Tiffany: A Novel CHAPTER 27 POINT PLEASANT “GOOD MORNING!” A month of worry had passed—acute, prolonged, then diminished—and now Henry came into my studio and closed the double doors behind him. “I have some good news.” His lowered his voice. “George will be coming home soon.” “That’s a relief.” “He’s begun to pace in his room to demonstrate to the nurses that he’s well, because he wants to show us the Vanderbilt bedroom before it’s transported to Hyde Park.” “A good sign. Back to his own impatient self.” “I took him a bouquet of red carnations to urge him on. He demanded a pin to fasten one on his hospital gown, and practically devoured the rest.” I patted his arm, and he went on his way, a spring in his step. TO CELEBRATE THE SHOWING of Vanderbilt’s bedroom, George wore his fedora with the red feather. He walked faster as we approached the warehouse. “Slow down, George. You just got out—” “Of prison! White, white, nothing but white! I had to get better to get out of that colorless cube.”
