Paris Was Ours
L'argent Is No Object
I interrupted her: Tell me again. Why exactly
am I supposed to put money away? Her jaw dropped. Excuse
me? she said. She had managed my portfolio for more than ten
years and not once had I expressed doubts about the need to plan
for the future nor unhappiness regarding her long-term investment strategy.
Why not spend my capital now, while I am still in good health? I asked.
She hesitated. Was I joking? Momentarily deranged? Exhibiting early signs of
Alzheimer’s? She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. But I made no
move to get her off the hook. She groped for an answer. Opened her mouth. Forced a smile. You are
kidding, of course, she said.
In retrospect, I remember this uncomfortable pause as the exact moment when I made up my mind to move back to Paris.
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"L'argent Is No Object" is the first of a collection of essays, edited by Penelope Rowlands, 2011