At a dinner at Betsy Voss’ house, Cole sets the whole table roaring with an anecdote from art school. Afterward I say to him, “I’ve never seen you like that. You had the whole room eating out of your hand.” Cole looks at me, pushing back his fall of dark hair with one hand. “I only told that story for you.” “What do you mean?” “You looked bored. Something inside me whispered, ‘Say something funny. Make her laugh.’ ” This touches me in the strangest way.
COLE 😭
