Joshua supervised the building himself. “Spare no expense,” he told the builders. “Don’t cut a single corner.” The builders rolled their eyes, but kept their mouths shut. Eccentric millionaires were excellent business, and at his exhortation they did spare no expense. Lavish arboretums went up, and a full planetary observatory (the supervising astronomer shook his head sadly at such a fine scientific instrument being installed so close to the light pollution of New York City). Joshua had huge minarets built, and based on something he’d read in the papers about Naomi having liked Istanbul, topped the main roof of the house with a great golden onion dome. “It must be the greatest house this city has ever seen,” he said, and whispered. When the workmen went home for the night, he wandered the pools under construction, running his hands over the imported marble.
“She’ll love this,” he said to nobody, “She has to love this.”
Written on 4/16/16 at Artawake for a young man with a crush. With apologies to F. Scott Fitzgerald.