“I‘m almost embarrassed about my decision to take a life. It was so pedestrian really. It all started on the day I had lunch with Lucy Carmichael at the Petit Pain Café on Amsterdam near 80th Street. Lucy wanted to show me her portfolio because she hoped that I could get her connected with Brad Mettleman, an art gallery agent who loved to take advantage of straw-haired, blue-eyed young women. I had met Lucy at a conference of commercial French translators. She was there with her mother. Mrs. Hel...en Carmichael was a textile importer who needed someone to help her read correspondence from Francophone African nations. She couldn‘t pay even my low rates, but her daughter was beautiful, so I talked to her about university alternatives, taking sidelong glances at the lovely young woman. After a while it came out that Lucy, the daughter, was just back from Darfur, where she had taken photographs of starving children. I let it drop that I had done work for Brad Mettleman. “The photographers‘ agent?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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