Every night, Celeste's dream lover steps from
behind a blue velvet curtain and beckons her to join him. When she drops an
apple on Kent's head from her office window, she knows the man of her dreams is
real. As World War II looms, impending separation and family secrets threaten
their budding romance. Then a cold,
hungry little boy unexpectedly enters Celeste's life and teaches her what's
really important--but he also may be the real threat to the fulfillment of her
dreams. Can he keep Kent from tearing down the blue velvet curtain forever?
She
looked at him in the dim light, trying to remember what she’d felt the first
time she saw him. “Kent,
if we’d never met that afternoon in front of Cox-Rushing-Greer…or at the Roof
Garden…if the war hadn’t happened…do you think we’d have been attracted to each
other?”
He grinned. “Not if we’d never met.”
“It was a silly question.”
“I think meeting each other was
meant to be. You thought so, too, at least you used to.”
“I think you were right that night
when you said I’m still a little girl. My head’s still too full of dreams.”
“Dreams are all right.”
“Nobody’s perfect, Kent, not you, not me, not
anybody.”
“At least you know that.”
“If I was really mature, what
Claudia said wouldn’t have made any difference.”
“I wish it hadn’t.”
“I wish it, too. I’m trying, Kent.
I want to grow up and look at things the right way.”
“I don’t mind waiting.” He stretched
his hand across the table.
She touched it quickly, then pulled
back. “Will you wait for me on the corner?”
“I’ll wait for you forever, Velvet.”
