“If Orina has your perception, Dale,” Bernard Hoffman had replied, “she will have some idea of whether a man is genuine or not.”
“I hope you are right,” Dale Vandeholt answered him, “but I am worried, extremely worried.”
There was silence until Bernard Hoffman said a little hesitantly,
“You know, Dale, the solution is quite easy. You could marry again and you might have a son or several sons for that matter.”
Dale Vandeholt smiled.
“I have thought of it, of course I have, but I was so ideally happy with my wife that I am desperately afraid not only to risk spoiling my own future but also damaging the memory of someone who was utterly and completely perfect in every possible respect.”
Bernard Hoffman understood.
Dale Vandeholt was a very attractive man and apart from his money a grea
