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more I wish you hadn't died."
By talking over her concerns with her husband, by
reading him her cutouts from the world of the arts and
sharing the news of her life, Tracy had become very
good friends with Vincent in the years since his death.
Actually, even before that they had gotten along nicely.
Having met at the Met (as they afterwards joked), the
couple had married over the protests of no one. Being
both well named, well taught, wealthy, and healthy, they
were declared to be well matched.
Personally, Vincent had been slightly more…
physical than she, but the passion that had not passed
him by while he was away in the City all week making
his investments was with time safely in the past, where it
could not leap out at Tracy, who frankly confessed
finally that she "would rather not." Their basic
compatibility had been solidified by Canopy's demise
and was now as solidly welded as his tomb.
"Vincent, you'll never guess. Beanie's gone, oh, my,
well, I don't know what to call it. Who could have
known? She eloped with a poet last night," Mrs.
Canopy explained as she always had, for her husband