![]() ![]() ![]() Irina assumed that Jude was prideful in that wearing feminist way about the fact that she'd not taken her husband's surname.īut then, it is always difficult to impress the ignorant. ![]() Or, no-she'd said, "My husband, Ramsey Acton." The locution had stood out. Abjuring the airy we-really-must-get-together-sometime feints common to London, which can carry on indefinitely without threatening to clutter your diary with a real time and place, Jude had seemed driven to nail down a foursome so that her illustrator could meet her husband, Ramsey. What began as coincidence had crystallized into tradition: on the sixth of July, they would have dinner with Ramsey Acton on his birthday.įive years earlier, Irina had been collaborating with Ramsey's then-wife, Jude Hartford, on a children's book. ![]()
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