They avoided discussing the gallery, but the subject loomed between them like the proverbial elephant in the room. Jonathan was cold and distant, and Dinah felt guilty about having secretly leased the gallery on Fifty-Seventh Street. They went to church on Christmas morning, but even the beautiful music didn’t soften the atmosphere. On Christmas morning when Jonathan invited her to lunch at a nearby hotel, Dinah hoped he was calling a Christmas truce, that maybe he had even come to see the gallery her way. They were sipping glasses of pre-lunch champagne when he handed her a Tiffany box. “This is your six-month wedding anniversary present,” he said. Dinah had forgotten they’d been married six months ago today, but she wasn’t about to say so. She opened the box. It contained a sapphire and diamond bracelet. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful,” she said, slipping it on her wrist. “I’ve been thinking about you, and I finally understand you. You’re bored. You don’t have enough to do—that’s why you want a big gallery.
