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compassionate over time. He had discovered that his strength was in the Arts of Ministry, which integrated psychiatry and psychology into the counseling he did. His gift was working with people in a religious context, rather than the drier areas of theology, church history, or Bible studies, although he enjoyed them as well. But his real forte was in reaching out and offering comfort. Jenny was proud of how much he had grown in the past five years, and their marriage had never been better. All was well in their world.
    Her grandmother had died two years after they were married, which had been a great sorrow to Jenny, and she still missed her. She thought of her while she was planning to give Bill a lunch when he graduated from Columbia in June, and wished Thérèse could have been there. Her mother was coming from Philadelphia. Helene still made dresses for her clients, though far less elaborate ones than Thérèse had made. But she made a good living at it and led a comfortable life.
    They were going to invite his parents to the graduation, and Jenny was determined not to let them ruin it for them this time, as they had tried to do with their wedding. This was going to be Bill’s big day, and she wanted everything to be perfect for him. She had been planning it for months.

    He got out of the car with her, when they reached the theater that Pablo Charles had rented for his show. She had been there, planning the production with him until two in the morning the night before, and everything had been under control. It was organized chaos when Bill followed her backstage to where the models were putting on their clothes. Half of them were naked, and Bill no longer even noticed. He was so used to it, it seemed commonplace to him, and they were so emaciated, and most of them were so young, they didn’t even look like women to him. Most of the girls they used as runway models were between fifteen and seventeen.
    Pablo was frantically sewing a high embroidered collar onto a dress when they walked in, and he looked at Jenny in panic.
    “The fucking thing just arrived from the embroiderer ten minutes ago. How do they expect me to get it on in time for the show?” He was desperate as Jenny told him she’d take care of it, and signaled to one of the women doing last-minute alterations and showed her how to put the collar in. She left her struggling with it on the model, and then sewed it quickly and expertly, as Jenny went to check on everything else. It was all in order, and even though Pablo was a bundle of nerves, she could see that his show was going to be a hit. He was a young Puerto Rican man with enormous talent, who had emerged as a major star in the past two years, in great part with Jenny’s help.
    “Hang in,” she told him when she saw him again. “It’s almost over, and the show is going to be fabulous. Trust me.”
    Bill watched her as she raced around backstage solving problems,amazed, as he always was, at what she did. She was a magician, and she pulled rabbits out of the hat every time.
    Bill kissed her before he went to the auditorium to take his seat. He was happy to be there with her, and give her the support she gave him. “See you after the show. Knock ’em dead!” he whispered to her, and then went to find his place among the buyers and the press. He recognized most of them now, and enjoyed talking to some of them. It was a world he found interesting at times, and he loved seeing how respected Jenny was in her field. It was richly deserved. She was a talented woman, and she worked hard. She had climbed the mountain all by herself, under her own steam. The coal miner’s daughter from Pittston, Pennsylvania, had become a star in the fashion world. It had taken her eleven years to get where she was today, and three before that at Parsons. It had been a long, hard, dedicated climb to success.
    As he sat down in the audience, squeezed on either side by buyers from the Midwest, he was thinking about Jenny and