A gorgeous morning, but Katherine is uneasy. She asks Charlie to put the television on, just to distract her. From what? He doesn't know. He'll never know.
"Would you mind turning the television on? My mind is not at ease."
The same words he remembers her saying then he now repeats — ten years after that Tuesday — with the faintest trace of Katherine's Welsh accent.
Charlie hails from Buffalo. He met Katherine here in Greenwich Village, on holiday with a corps of London-based musicians who swapped visits over the years with a light-opera group Charlie had joined.
"I simply must get to know that woman," Charlie remembers himself saying to a friend after he first spoke to Katherine in a church basement during a rehearsal. Charlie sounds like Cary Grant the way he hits "simply must," but that's more his attitude than an accent: Charlie is a bon vivant. Charlie Wolf didn't settle in New York City by accident. No one does.
So that Tuesday, Charlie clicks on the TV for Katherine. He's a...