Romantic Trapezoid: A Novel
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Victor L. Cahn
Victor L. Cahn is Professor of English at Skidmore College. Among his other books are Shakespeare the Playwright: A Companion to the Complete Tragedies, Histories, Comedies, and Romances (named an Outstanding Academic Book by Choice) and The Plays of Shakespeare: A Thematic Guide, as well as a critical volume on Tom Stoppard; Conquering College: A Guide for Undergraduates; a memoir, Classroom Virtuoso; and the novel Romantic Trapezoid. He has written numerous plays, several of which have been produced Off-Broadway and regionally, including the one-man show Sherlock Solo, which he has performed. Three of his scripts, Fit to Kill, Roses in December, and Embraceable Me, have been published by Samuel French. His articles and reviews have appeared in The New York Times, Modern Drama, The Literary Review, The Chronicle of Higher Education, and Variety.
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Romantic Trapezoid
A Novel
Victor L. Cahn
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A Novel
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I
She was three hours late. On a scorching July afternoon, she was three hours late.
Then again, in Dave’s mind she was always three hours late.
Several times he had cautioned her. You remember what I tell my students.
No, I don’t,
she’d reply. What do you tell them?
Then her brow would purse in mock concentration.
"That I start classes on time. That when we make an appointment, I expect them to be on time."
You’re so forceful.
I have to be. Otherwise they’d take advantage.
You must be the most forceful professor in the whole Department.
Possibly.
Maybe the entire University.
I doubt that—
Certainly the cutest.
Melissa . . .
How can I resist such brute energy?
Her irony was so disarming that Dave usually abandoned his point. Sometimes he’d try to insist that his concerns warranted more respect, but then she’d lay her legs across his, slip her arm through his, and rest her head near his, and before long the admonition lost its urgency.
They had met nine months earlier at a party in the Manhattan loft of Arnold Holman, one of Dave’s former students and now a playwright with substantial Off-Off-Broadway credits. Melissa was not the most classically beautiful woman in that room full of actresses and models, but to Dave she was the most striking: tall and trim, with dark eyes and straight black hair that fell over her shoulders. Her outfit, too, was smashing: a turquoise blouse, a black skirt, black stockings, and black stiletto boots, topped by a black velvet cloche. Studying her from across the room, Dave decided that she glowed with puckish sensuality.
He was pondering how to draw her away from a circle of revelers that included Arnold himself, when their host waved him over.
Dave Mattes, everybody: New Jersey’s leading expert on film, and the man who taught me more about movies than I’ve ever needed to know.
Hi, Dave,
said the chorus.
Hello.
We were talking about Lawrence Tierney, Dave, and I told them you were the authority.
Tierney remains an iconic figure from film noir, one of Dave’s specialities, but on this occasion he resisted the impulse to overwhelm his listeners with a disquisition. Instead he simply supplemented gaps in their discussion, directing most of his comments toward Melissa, whose eyes, he believed, focused on him. And Tierney was just as dangerous off screen as on. Had all sorts of scrapes with the law.
As his audience drew closer, Arnold interrupted. I’ve heard about that. He was a bad drinker, wasn’t he?
Indeed.
Then he fell out of sight.
In so many words.
"Didn’t he make a comeback in Reservoir Dogs?"
Hm-mm. But only after shooting an episode of ‘Seinfeld.’
‘Seinfeld’! You’re kidding!
Nope. He played Elaine’s father.
Hey, I remember that show! The one with the suede jacket.
That’s it. And apparently he terrified the cast. Even stole a knife from the set.
This trivia turned the conversation to The Simpsons
and South Park,
popular specimens of what Dave considered an inferior medium. Thus he drifted aside to focus on Melissa.
To his surprise, she drifted with him, and presently he found himself sitting next to her on a couch, listening to a voice that was seductively deep.
I could see you knew a lot more.
About Tierney?
About a lot of things.
She tucked one leg under her, and placed a hand on his wrist. Tell me now.
You’re sure you want me to start?
Absolutely.
I’m tough to turn off.
That’s what I’m counting on.
Dave smiled. Okay, but don’t forget: you asked.
Believe me, I won’t.
With a boyish shrug, Dave expounded a bit on cinematography in the 1940’s, then returned to the subject at hand. But, as I said, the most fascinating thing about Tierney was how his screen roles blended into his life.
She grinned. This sounds dishy.
As she pressed the top of his wrist, her thumb squeezed gently from underneath.
Leaning forward, Dave heard his own voice drop lasciviously: Oh, he was a wild man.
Suddenly he sensed himself on the verge of repetition. Forgive me. I’m talking too much.
Not at all.
You’re very kind, but it’s an occupational hazard.
I could listen to you all night.
He felt her body slide toward his.
After a few more private moments, the pair offered apologies to Arnold, and departed for a late snack.
By Thanksgiving, Dave was spending every weekend in Melissa’s Soho apartment. He’d arrive Thursday afternoon to treat her to dinner and a narrative about his week, including both compelling moments from the classroom and morsels of faculty sniping. At first Dave hesitated to relate these matters, which had been dismissed by one date as piddling,
and disdained more subtly by several others. Melissa, however, soon learned the names and quirks of his colleagues, and thereafter overflowed with queries.
What did Ferguson say?
He kept his mouth shut.
But he’ll support your motion, right?
Only if it gives him less work.
I thought he cares about the students.
That’s what they all say.
You think he’s lying?
He lied about reading that woman’s paper. He lied about the memo. And he lied about speaking to the Dean. Why should I expect the truth this time?
What are you going to do?
I still have the votes to ram it through.
"You are amazing."
Even Dave would not have characterized himself with so extravagant a word, but he still appreciated it.
As he related such drama, his passions occasionally crested, but the touch of Melissa’s hand always soothed him. When he became truly overwrought, she’d slip off her shoes, and wrap her legs around his, and thereafter nothing else seemed of import.
After Dave had related his stories, Melissa reciprocated with news of her own: interviews she had conducted or articles she was writing. Dave enjoyed these accounts about prominent figures in finance, politics, or entertainment, but only after he had exhausted his own tales.
Melissa never objected to the order of recitation.
After a movie or show, they’d return to her place and dive into bed, where Melissa’s participation was nothing short of volcanic. Other women might claim to be aroused, but their mood could be extinguished by as minor an intrusion as a phone message, a street noise, or a news bulletin. Once Melissa proclaimed her readiness, however, she brooked no distractions, and thereafter participated with more exuberance than any other woman he had known.
Unlike Margot, who refused foreplay until he remade his bed with clean linen.
Or Camilla, who prohibited relations unless an athletic competition was running in the background.
Or Wendy, who forbade contact unless the refrigerator was stocked with popsicles to prevent her overheating.
Melissa, however, was forever amenable.
Whatever contortion he proposed, she attempted.
Whatever gimmick he conceived, she embraced.
Whatever awkwardness he experienced, she assuaged.
After one memorable night, she labeled him Houdini.
Thereafter in preparation for each visit, he researched assiduously, and such study always paid off.
By winter break, weekly infusions of Melissa became insufficient, and he craved a constant fix.
He wanted to watch her apply makeup and brush her hair. He wanted to approve her outfits, including the omnipresent hats she drew from a collection that contained something whimsical for all occasions. He wanted her to share his simple but elegant culinary treats, then join him to wash and dry the dishes. He wanted to accompany her as she laundered clothes in the basement, conveyed apparel to the dry cleaner, and shopped for supplies. He wanted to watch her traipse about the apartment in her underwear. Or nothing at all.