Claude Monet Monet The Luncheon painting

Claude Monet Monet The Luncheon painting
Claude Monet Monet Water Lillies I painting
Claude Monet Boulevard des Capucines painting
leaned towards her: “So do I.”
“There must have been others injured, as well.”
Again he leaned towards her. “Maybe. We don’t know.”
“Even killed, perhaps.”
“We don’t—know, Catherine.”
“No.”
Jay drives like hell broken loose, Joel thought to himself; he decided not to say it. Whatever’s happened, he thought, one thing he doesn’t need is that kind of talk about him. Or even thinking.
He began to realize, with a kind of sardonic amusement, that he was being superstitious as well as merely courteous. Why I don’t want to go up till we hear, too, he said to himself. Hands off. Lap of the gods. Don’t rock the boat.
Particularly not a wrecked boat.
“Of course, it does seem to me, Jay drives rather recklessly,” Catherine said, carefully.
“Everybody does,” he told her. Rather, indeed!
“I remember I was most uneasy when they decided to purchase it.”