Outside, Diane could hear the rumble of thunder and the first drops of rain beginning to roll down against the windows, like God's tears. Rain. It had been on a holiday weekend.

..

"DO YOU LIKE picnics?" Richard asked.

"I adore them." He smiled. "I knew it. I'll plan a little picnic for us. I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon." It was a beautiful, sunny day. Richard had arranged for a picnic in the middle of Central Park. There was silverware and linens, and when Diane saw what was in the picnic basket, she laughed. Roast beef… a ham… cheeses… two large pates… an assortment of drinks and half a dozen desserts.

"There's enough for a small army! Who's going to join us?" And an unbidden thought popped into her mind. A minister? She blushed.

Richard was watching her. "Are you all right?" All right? I've never been so happy. "Yes, Richard." He nodded. "Good. We won't wait for the army. Let's start." While they ate, there was so much to talk about, and every word seemed to bring them closer. There was a strong sexual tension building up between them, and they could both feel it. And in the middle of this perfect afternoon, it began to rain. In a matter of minutes, they were soaked.

Richard said ruefully, "I'm sorry about this. I should have known better-the paper said no rain. I'm afraid it's spoiled our picnic and-" Diane moved close to him and said softly, "Has it?" And she was in his arms and her lips were pressed against his, and she could feel the heat racing through her body. When she finally pulled back, she said, "We have to get out of these wet clothes." He laughed. "You're right. We don't want to catch-" Diane said, "Your place or mine?" And Richard suddenly became very still. "Diane, are you sure? I'm asking because … this isn't just a one-night stand." Diane said quietly, "I know."

HALF AN HOUR later they were in Diane's apartment, undressing, and their arms were around each other, and their hands were exploring tantalizing places, and finally, when they could stand it no longer, they got into bed.

Richard was gentle and tender and passionate and frenzied, and it was magic, and his tongue found her and moved slowly, and it felt as though warm waves were gently lapping at a velvet beach, and then he was deep inside her, filling her.

They spent the rest of the afternoon, and most of the night, talking and making love, and they opened their hearts to each other, and it was wonderful beyond words.

In the morning, while Diane was making their breakfast, Richard asked, "Will you marry me, Diane?" And she turned to him and said softly, "Oh, yes."

THE WEDDING TOOK place one month later. The ceremony was warm and wonderful, with friends and family congratulating the newlyweds. Diane looked over at Richard's beaming face and thought of the fortune-teller's ridiculous prediction, and smiled.

They had planned to leave for a honeymoon in France the week after the wedding, but Richard had called her from work. "A new project has just come up and I can't get away. Is it all right if we do it in a few months? Sorry, baby." She said, "Of course it's all right, darling." "Do you want to come out and have lunch with me today?" "I'd love that." "You like French food. I know a great French restaurant. I'll pick you up in half an hour." Thirty minutes later, Richard was outside, waiting for Diane. "Hi, honey. I have to see one of our clients off at the airport. He's leaving for Europe. We'll say good-bye and then go on to lunch." She hugged him. "Fine." When they arrived at Kennedy airport, Richard said, "He has a private plane.

We'll meet him on the tarmac." A guard passed them through to a restricted area, where a Challenger was parked.

Richard looked around. "He's not here yet. Let's wait in the plane." "All right." They walked up the steps and entered the luxurious aircraft. The engines were running.

The flight attendant walked in from the cockpit. "Good morning." "Good morning," Richard said.

Diane smiled. "Good morning." They watched the flight attendant close the cabin door.

Diane looked at Richard. "How late do you think your client is going to be?" "He shouldn't be very long." The roar of the jets started getting louder. The plane began to taxi.

Diane looked out the window, and her face paled. "Richard, we're moving." Richard looked at Diane in surprise. "Are you sure?" "Look out the window." She was panicking. "Tell-tell the pilot-" "What do you want me to tell him?" To stop!

"I can't. He's already started." There was a moment of silence and Diane looked at Richard, her eyes wide. "Where are we going?" "Oh, didn't I tell you? We're going to Paris. You said you liked French food." She gasped. Then her expression changed. "Richard, I can't go to Paris now! I have no clothes.

I have no makeup. I have no-" Richard said, "I heard they have stores in Paris." She looked at him a moment, then flung her arms around him. "Oh, you fool, you.

I love you." He grinned. "You wanted a honeymoon. You've got it."

AT ORLY, A limousine was waiting to take them to the Hotel Plaza Athenee.

When they arrived, the manager said, "Your suite is ready for you, Mr. and Mrs.

Stevens."

"Thank you." They were booked into suite 310. The manager opened the door, and Diane and Richard walked inside. Diane stopped in shock. Half a dozen of her paintings were hanging on the walls. She turned to look at Richard. "I-how did that-?" Richard said innocently, "I have no idea. I guess they have good taste here, too." Diane gave him a long, passionate kiss.

PARIS WAS A wonderland. Their first stop was at Givenchy, to buy outfits for both of them, then over to Louis Vuitton, to get luggage for all their new clothes.

They took a leisurely walk down the Champs-Elysees to the Place de la Concorde, and saw the storied Arc de Triomphe, and the Palais-Bourbon, and la Madeleine.

They strolled along la Place Vendome, and spent a day at the Musee du Louvre. They wandered through the sculpture garden of the Musee Rodin and had romantic dinners at Auberge de Trois Bonheurs, and Au Petit Chez Soi, and D'Chez Eux.

The ONLY THING that seemed odd to Diane was the telephone calls Richard received at peculiar hours.

"Who was that?" Diane asked once, at 3 a.m., as Richard finished a phone conversation.

"Just routine business."

In the middle of the night?

"Diane! diane!" She was shaken out of her reverie. Carolyn Ter was standing over her. "Are you all right?" "I'm-I'm fine." Carolyn put her arms around Diane. "You just need time. It's only been a few days." She hesitated.

"By the way, have you made arrangements for the funeral?" Funeral. The saddest word in the English language. It carried the sound of death, an echo of despair.

"I-I haven't-been able to-" "Let me help you with it. I'll pick out a casket and-" "No!" The word came out harsher than Diane had intended.

Carolyn was looking at her, puzzled.

When Diane spoke again, her voice was shaky. "Don't you see? This is-this is the last thing I can ever do for Richard. I want to make his funeral special. He'll want all his friends there, to say goodbye." Tears were running down her cheeks.