My Woman/His Woman
We sat in the darkness, paying no particular to the ballet unfolding on the stage before our eyes. We were, all three of us, super aware of something else: of the sizzling presence, the closeness of each of us sitting in the shadows — Helmut, Adrienne and me. I knew Adrienne so very well, and I could tell she was nervous. I’d been watching her all day long, watching the anticipation build. Watching her getting dressed, primping before the bedroom mirror, simmering with excitement. And now as we took our seats, I could tell she was tense, tingling with the same nervous energy I felt. I had no idea what Helmut was feeling; as usual he seemed unflappable, smooth and suave.
When we met in the crowded lobby, we exchanged a few polite words, and he gave us his usual self-as
