Kisser (2010)

wonderful story,” she said.
    “I haven’t heard your story yet,” Stone said, “except the part about Delano and Atlanta.”
    “Ah, well, there is a bit more,” Carrie said. “After Agnes Scott College I went to the Yale Drama School for a master’s, then went back to Atlanta and married my college sweetheart instead of going to New York when I should have. That went bad pretty quickly, but I did last a few years before I divorced him.”
    “How long ago?”
    “Three years, when his property development business was at its peak. That improved my settlement. Now he resents me because he’s nearly broke.”
    “Wasn’t your fault,” Stone pointed out.
    “Tell him that!”
    “I hope I don’t have to.”
    “Don’t worry; he’s well in my past.”
    “So, after the divorce . . .”
    “I danced with the Atlanta Ballet and worked in local theater and studied acting. I enjoyed it, but I wanted to try a bigger arena.”
    “I’m glad you chose New York instead of L.A.,” Stone said.
    She raised her glass. “So am I.”
    “Tell me, where did the Post get the photograph?”
    “I directed them to the Atlanta Constitution , which had done a piece on me last year.”
    “I think you’re going to do well in this town.”
    “From your lips to God’s ear,” she said. “I Googled you and read some of your old press.”
    “Not all of it favorable,” Stone said.
    “Oh, I don’t know. Like you say, they spelled your name right. I was confused about your connection to a law firm.”
    “Woodman & Weld. I’m of counsel to them, which means I handle the cases they don’t want to be associated with publicly. They’re far too prestigious to be representing people who are involved in nasty divorces or have been accused of drunk driving or spousal abuse. Once in a while they throw me a nice personal-injury suit to settle, but I also generate a good deal of my own business.”
    “Well, if I’m ever in terrible trouble, I’ll call you,” Carrie said.
    “Don’t wait until then,” Stone replied. He looked at his watch. “Perhaps we’d better move along.”
    “Yes, we’re already fashionably late,” she said, jumping gracefully to her feet.
    They walked out into the spring night, hand in hand.

4
    THE PARTY WAS a ten-minute cab ride away, in a large apartment on Central Park South, overlooking the park. A uniformed maid answered the door, and the glitter began.
    Stone didn’t know anybody there, but he recognized a few faces from the Broadway stage. There were at least forty people for dinner, so he reckoned it would be a buffet, and he was right.
    They worked the room slowly, and they could just as well have stood still and let the crowd come to them, such was Carrie’s new fame. Stone admired the way she met people, not as an equal, but as the new girl. One or two of the young women seemed to be looking her over enviously, but most people seemed impressed with her. Some of them were agents who offered their cards.
    “I wish I could recommend somebody,” Stone said, “but this crowd is not part of my world. I’m a theatergoer, but I’m no insider.”
    “I think that’s refreshing,” Carrie said. “I love theater people, but it’s nice to know people from other worlds, too.”
    They sat on the big terrace with the park views, and a waiter brought them plates. When they had finished dining and were on brandy, a middle-aged man pulled up a chair in front of Carrie, turned and spoke briefly to Stone, then turned his attention back to Carrie.
    “I’m Mark Goodwin,” he said, “and I’m one of the two or three best theatrical agents in this town. I’m not going to tell you who the others are.” He gave her the names of half a dozen clients, and it was an impressive list. “I want you to talk to everybody you can, then come and see me.” He gave her his card. “You’ve made a splash already,” he said, “and I’m not talking about the columns, though that doesn’t hurt. I heard about your audition for Del Wood less than an hour after you finished it, and so did a lot of other people.”
    “If I were your client,” Carrie asked, “how would you handle me right now?”
    “The first thing I would do would be to heal the breach with Del, though not in a way that would put your virtue in jeopardy. Del is an important man in this business, and the part he offered you is the best thing to come along in years. I’ve read the script and heard the score, and you’re perfect for