Peach / White
Spring, 1910. J.P. Morgan was well aware of Redd’s playful side. They sailed together up from Biscayne Bay, Redd engaging in a fair amount of casual womanizing all the while, but Morgan knew that Robert’s heart was in the right place—in any case, it was just Redd’s way, and he certainly had one with the ladies. There wasn’t any doubt that this time around, Redd would spot a fine Georgia peach to dance with, dressed in a soft and subtle cocktail dress, holding her close to his crisp, white dinner jacket.
Morgan would sail to Egypt the following year; it had gladdened his aged heart, he’d remarked to Redd on the eve of his departure, to experience the familiar, easy tones of the American south before he went.