Chapter 6
Poison Ivy that's what those rich over- privileged English schoolgirls had called her. Elizabeth Corday has been right in the middle of the pack, with her rich successful parents and her superior attitude toward everyone. Jane always felt the stigma of her parentage. Her mother was a French actress and her father had been an artist. Her father had been and artist from the Caribbean and he was black. Her mother had hauled her in and out of every private school in Europe. Her father was dead. His murder had been a sensational scandal in the art world and had made his work very valuable. His young male lover had shot him, while Jane slept in the other room. Jane inherited a small fortune from her father, which consisted of a large collection of his and others paintings and she continued to make money anytime she sold a painting. She had been fourteen when the murder took place and soon afterward her mother had sent her to England to school. Culture Shock was a mild way of describing her experience at school. Jane had gone from being a free spirit on her father's island to living in the strict rigid world of an English boarding school. She had loved the island. Her father did not own the island but she always thought of it as his. She had learned a lot from the Haitian Housekeeper. The things she learned helped he cope with school and she enjoyed watching the results of her island "education".
So when she saw Elizabeth Corday, that morning, it only made sense in a cosmic way. Jane would get to see the long-term results of something she had initiated years before. Jane had hated Lizzie more intently that any of the other girls because Lizzie had befriended her before the school term started and they had enjoyed a friendship in London. When school began Lizzie would have nothing to do with Jane and joined in with the others ridicule and social torture that only teen-age girls are capable.
The phone continued to ring in her office she knew it would be Robert.
"Dr. Ivy, there is a call for you on line one "Her assistant said " A Dr. Romano."
"Hello, Robert" she purred into the phone "How are you?"
"Why did you leave like that this morning? You just walked out." He said
"I am fine and how are you?" She answered ignoring his remark "Why don't we have dinner tonight. I will see you around eight, At your place. Good bye Robert."
She hung up the phone and smiled. This was beginning to be a pleasant relationship. Not only was he as arrogant, selfish and demanding as she was but he was a fabulous lover.
"Wait a minute, I ----" Romano spoke into the dead phone. He slammed down the phone. "Who does she think she is" He looked at his schedule and realized he had better call his housekeeper about setting up dinner for tonight. He also knew he needed to have a conversation with Lizzie about Jane. Usually he would not tolerate being treated like this by a woman. (Except maybe Lizzie) But, Jane had gotten under his skin and he liked the way it felt.
Poison Ivy that's what those rich over- privileged English schoolgirls had called her. Elizabeth Corday has been right in the middle of the pack, with her rich successful parents and her superior attitude toward everyone. Jane always felt the stigma of her parentage. Her mother was a French actress and her father had been an artist. Her father had been and artist from the Caribbean and he was black. Her mother had hauled her in and out of every private school in Europe. Her father was dead. His murder had been a sensational scandal in the art world and had made his work very valuable. His young male lover had shot him, while Jane slept in the other room. Jane inherited a small fortune from her father, which consisted of a large collection of his and others paintings and she continued to make money anytime she sold a painting. She had been fourteen when the murder took place and soon afterward her mother had sent her to England to school. Culture Shock was a mild way of describing her experience at school. Jane had gone from being a free spirit on her father's island to living in the strict rigid world of an English boarding school. She had loved the island. Her father did not own the island but she always thought of it as his. She had learned a lot from the Haitian Housekeeper. The things she learned helped he cope with school and she enjoyed watching the results of her island "education".
So when she saw Elizabeth Corday, that morning, it only made sense in a cosmic way. Jane would get to see the long-term results of something she had initiated years before. Jane had hated Lizzie more intently that any of the other girls because Lizzie had befriended her before the school term started and they had enjoyed a friendship in London. When school began Lizzie would have nothing to do with Jane and joined in with the others ridicule and social torture that only teen-age girls are capable.
The phone continued to ring in her office she knew it would be Robert.
"Dr. Ivy, there is a call for you on line one "Her assistant said " A Dr. Romano."
"Hello, Robert" she purred into the phone "How are you?"
"Why did you leave like that this morning? You just walked out." He said
"I am fine and how are you?" She answered ignoring his remark "Why don't we have dinner tonight. I will see you around eight, At your place. Good bye Robert."
She hung up the phone and smiled. This was beginning to be a pleasant relationship. Not only was he as arrogant, selfish and demanding as she was but he was a fabulous lover.
"Wait a minute, I ----" Romano spoke into the dead phone. He slammed down the phone. "Who does she think she is" He looked at his schedule and realized he had better call his housekeeper about setting up dinner for tonight. He also knew he needed to have a conversation with Lizzie about Jane. Usually he would not tolerate being treated like this by a woman. (Except maybe Lizzie) But, Jane had gotten under his skin and he liked the way it felt.