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    I am alo places one in t Seventies ment. It tic furniture, a sofa and fat cered in t itcicular red velvet t one associates  days on a tram. tucco, and a color ratobacco-spit. Everys of Roman ruins freckled broon a fire escape. Even so, my spirits ened  to tment; s gloom, it still , andmy books o s,to become ter I ed to be.

    It never occurred to me in to e about ly, and probablyit  no for a conversation I  set tion again.

    ly enant in tone; sment beloo go times a day, notfor a drink, not al to make telepetelepo come by. Moreover, Joe Bell  takingmessages, wremendous many.

    Of course time ago, and until last  in toucopped by  actually rong friendsexcept in as mucly. Joe Bell  an easynature, s it s because omacell you o talk to. Impossibleif you dont sions, of o for fifteen years),and Gilbert and Sullivan -- o be related to one or tremember which.

    And so  tuesday afternoon, telep must be about  say so, just: "Can you rattle rigs important," and tement in his froggy voice.

    I took a taxi in a doober rain, and on my  s be t I would see holly again.

    But t tor. Joe Bells is a quietplace compared to most Lexington Avenue bars. It boasts neitelevision. t treets; and beograpars, t Joe Bell ronly care. t is whe was doing when I came in.

    "Naturally," ing a gladiola deep into turally I  you over   I ed your opinion. Its peculiar. A verypeculiar thing has happened."

    "You heard from holly?"

    ain of o anse ter suited to someone fartaller; ly sunburned: no gre say exactly  knos  me build you a drink. Somet a e Angel," , JoeBell stood sucking on a tums and turning over in  o tell me.

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    t;You recall a certain Mr. I.Y. Yuniosleman from Japan.quot;

    quot;From California,quot; I said, recalling Mr. Yuniosly. ograpure magazines, and menton top floor of tone.

    quot;Dont go mixing me up. All Im asking, you kno seens over t;

    quot;Africa.quot;

    Joe Bell stopped cruncums, ;So ;

    quot;Read it in inc; ter of fact.

    er, and produced a manila envelope. quot;ell, see didyou read t;

    In tograpakenfrom different angles: a tall delicate Negro man  and  vain smile, displaying in ure, an elongated carvingof a  as a young mans, oo large and tilted in tapering face,  unlikeclo resembled most primitive carving; and t didnt, for-image of ly, at least as mucill thing could be.

    quot;No?quot; said Joe Bell, satisfied .

    quot;It looks like ;

    quot;Listen, boy,quot; and ;it is to ctle Jap kne was e ;

    quot;;

    quot;ell. Just tatue t it comes to ts foryourself,quot; urning over one of tograpten:ood Carving, S tribe, tococul, East Anglia, Cmas Day, 1956.

    ; t; and tory mas day Mr.

    Yuniosococul, a village in tangles ofno, merely a congregation of mud s o move on ick. Mr. Yunioso see more of , so old Joe Bell, as if  te parts in lya tender gesture, comparable to tapping ones ) and said no. A pound of saltand ten dollars, a c and ty dollars, nots determined to learn o be made. It cost  and c  it  in tyear a party of te persons  of the brush riding horseback.

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    A young o stay s and sed , aken a fancy to t.

    quot;I dont credit t part,quot; Joe Bell said squeamis;I kno to anyt.quot;

    quot;And t;

    quot;t; ;By and by s like s;

    quot;Alone, or ;

    Joe Bell blinked. quot;it ry. But nobody else ; t ransmitting itself to ed no partof it. quot;One t to admit, its te ne knoo be rico go mucking around inAfrica.quot;

    quot;S foot in Africa,quot; I said, believing it; yet I could see  ographs again.

    quot;You know so muc;

    quot;Dead. Or in a crazy ed do;

    . quot;No,quot; ;Ill tell you  likes to reets going on ten or t  for one person, and nobodys ever  it stand toreason s time, a flat little bottom, anyskinny girl t  and straig; oo aly I  ;You t;

    quot;Its just t I didnt kno like t.quot;

    I ; it disconcerted ograp t my c any place to go, butI t it ter to leave.

    quot;; . quot;Sure I loved  it  t Ied to touc; And  smiling: quot;Not t I dont tt side of t my age, and Ill be sixty-seven January ten. Its apeculiar fact -- but, t side of to be on my mindmore and more. I dont remember t it so mucer and its every ote. Maybe tis to put t into action, maybe ts s all locked up in your  an old man disgracings because of tquot; --  neat -- quot;Ill never disgrace myself. And I s nevercrossed my mind about  it being like t. Youkeep tranger, a stranger w;

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    to t seemed t to leave. Joe Bell folloo t my  again. quot;Do you believe it?quot;

    quot;t you didnt  to touc;

    quot;I mean about Africa.quot;

    At t moment I couldnt seem to remember tory, only t;Anyway, s;

    quot;Yea; ;Just gone.quot;

    Outside, topped, t of it in turnedtreet ands. It is a streetrees t in tterns on t; but noly do. tone is mid to a coolls t  blackdoor ed glass, and gray elegant sters frame till lives t Madame Sappura  roller-skating in Central Park. I kno up teps and looked at t   made me aware of ly.

    Id been living in t a  to Apt. 2  fitted ed, ratier-formal, it read: Miss ly; and, underneatraveling. It nagged me like a tune: Miss ly, traveling.

    One nig  t tairs. Since op floor, ed and stern. quot;Miss Golig protest!quot;

    t came back, tom of tairs, ;O t;

    quot;You cannot go on ringing my bell. You must please, please ;

    quot;But I lose t;

    quot;I ; Mr. Yuniosed. quot;But always you are ringing mybell;

    quot;O be angry, you dear little man: I  do it again. And if you promisenot to be angryquot; -- airs -- quot;Imig you take tures ioned.quot;

    By no my bed and opened t was accompanied by an audible ch.

    quot;; he said.

    t;Sometime,quot; she word.

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    quot;Any time,quot; he said, and closed his door.

    I  out into ter, just enougo see being seen. Sill on tairs, noreaks, strands of albino-blond and yello -cereal air of urned. A pair of dark glassesblotted out  o a een and ty; as it turned out, seenthday.

    S alone. tc  morally, aestically.  and vast, sun-lamped and pomaded, a man in a buttressed pin-stripe suition ook no notice of t t  last, turned to ;Bless you, darling -- you  to seeme ;

    quot;; he door was closing in his face.

    quot;Yes, ;

    quot;;

    quot;I wors good nig;

    Mr. Arbuck stared  firmly. quot; me inbaby. You like me baby.

    quot;Im a liked guy. Didnt I pick up t t give me t you s;

    apped on tly, took several steps back,  to c, cras doead,airs, slamming a fist against t as tom, tment opened and s her head.

    quot;O;

    urned back, a smile of relief oiling easing.

    quot;t time a girl s a little poeasingat all, quot;take my advice, darling: dont give y-cents!quot;

    S o Mr. Yunios ring  days sarted ringing mine, sometimes at t  of bed to pus released tairs door. As I e, I al it  occasions of its to my door, ing bad neelegram; and MissGolig;Sorry, darling -- I forgot my key.quot;

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    Of course . tually, on tairs, in treet, encame face-to-face; but s quite to see me. S darkglasses, sial good taste in ter t made   ograpress, except t it imeto be either.

    Noside our neiging relativetook me to quot;21,quot; and t a superior table, surrounded by four men, none oft all of tercly, idly,publicly combing , by example,a dampener, on tement I felt over dining at so s, deep in t of my room sent me out into treets. Io Fifty-first Street, ore in its s and bamboo rooms yearning to be filled alkative parrots. But ty dollars. On ticed a cab-driver cro of P. J. Clarks saloon, apparently attracted tralian army officers baritoning, quot;altzing Matilda.quot; As took turns spin-dancing a girl over tly, to be sure, floated round in t as a scarf.

    But if Miss Goligence, except as a doorbellconvenience, I became, ty on ras outside  ed of tabloids and travel folders and astrological cs; t seric cigarette called Picayunes; survived on cottage coast; t  self-induced. t evident t sters by torn intostrips like bookmarks. I used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing.

    Remember and miss you and rain and please e and damn and goddamn  recurred most often on those, and lonesome and love.

    Also, s and sar. On days , a red tiger-striped tom, sit outon tar ly by my oo. Sang in tones of a boys adolescent voice. Ss, Cole Porter and Kurt eill; especially s summer and everysunes  smacked ofpiney: Dont   ravelin tures of to gratify , for often sinued it long after er ted he dusk.

    But our acquaintance did not make il September, an evening  ripple-cumn running t. Id been to a movie, come o bed cap and t Simenon: so muc t I couldnt understand a sense of unease t multiplied until I could beating. It , ten about, but neverbefore experienced. tc rapping at tly gray: I spilled ttle ly w sed.

    quot;Ive got t terrifying man doairs,quot; sepping off to t;I mean   let artlapping up t! If ts men; So s es. t;Im sorry if Ifrig  so tiresome I just  out t t I give a damn ired, o sleep, my God  martinis beforedinner and enougo en, you can t if you to. Ive got a gall barging in on you like t t fire escape o sleep four in a bed,and  ever let me . By t; Sely into taring at me. Id never seen

    tion lenses, for  t, like a jetle blue, a littlegreen, dotted s of broregrave;s fou. Orsomet;

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    quot;Not at all.quot;

    Sed. quot;Yes, you do. Everybody does. I dont mind. Itsuseful.quot;

    S doy red-velvet c;? Its a c;

    quot;O used to anyt; I said, annoyed ually I he place.

    quot;I dont. Ill never get used to anyt does, t as ; ; do you do ;

    I motioned toable tall ;rite t;

    quot;I t ers e old. Of course Saroyan isnt old. I met  aparty, and really  old at all. In fact,quot; s;if ;

    quot;In ies, I s;

    quot;ts not bad. I cant get excited by a man until y-tgirl o a rained myself to like older men, and itest t Maug;

    quot;Im not sure. Sixty-somet;

    quot;ts not bad. Ive never been to bed er. No, : do you kno?quot; S;ts funny. tenan a of radio stuff. But quel rat. tell me, are you a real er?quot;

    quot;It depends on ;

    quot;ell, darling, does anyone buy e?quot;

    quot;Not yet.quot;

    quot;Im going to ; s;I can, too. to  seen een, ts s. It  butter t made Fred so tall. Everybody t it ty, t butter;  care about anyt butter. But  dotty, just s and vague and terriblysloter. arving.quot;

    I pointed to a bo time asked  me blankly, and rubbed  tickled:a gesture, seeing often repeated, I came to recognize as a signal t one respassing. Like many people eering intimateinformation, anyt suggested a direct question, a pinning-do ook a bite of apple, and said: quot;tell me sometten. tory part.quot;

    quot;ts one of troubles. t tories you can tell.quot;

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    quot;too dirty?quot;

    quot;Maybe Ill let you read one sometime.quot;

    quot;ogetory yourself.quot;

    Very fe an invitation to readaloud. I made us bottling in a ce, began to read to tle sion of stage frig ory, Id finis t inevitable sense of scoming ime to develop. It  t prevents tole of  contract. Sed. S tts in anaso erest, tually a telltale frost over o buy a pair of shoes shed seen in some window.

    quot;Is t t; sosay. quot;Of course I like dykes t scare me a bit. But stories aboutdykes bore t of me. I just cant put myself in t; s;if its not about a couple of oldbull-dykes,  about?quot;

    But I o compound take of ory  of explaining it. ty t o suco mark ive, mindless show-off.

    quot;Incidentally,quot; s;do you o knoe. ell, dont laug afford a maid;and really, dykes are o bot brooms and defrosting and sending out te in erns, t Ill say tter t  t be a bit of a dyke myself. And of courseI am. Everyone is: a bit. So  never discouraged a man yet, in fact itseems to goad t t married once, just for t seems to carry suc later on to becalled Mrs. Somets not true!quot; Saring at an alarm clockon table. quot;It cant be four-ty!quot;

    turning blue. A sunrise breeze bandied tains.

    quot; is today?quot;

    quot;t;

    quot;t; Sood up. quot;My God,quot; s doh a moan.

    quot;Its too gruesome.quot;

    I ired enoug to be curious. I lay dohe bed and closed my eyes.

    Still it ible: quot;s gruesome about t;

    quot;Not t I can never remember o catc forty-five. ticular about visitingen t gives you an lunc, lunc eleven. You can go at t sets  of t to stay a; sil t;ttime to sleep, Id look consumptive, Id sag like a tenement, and t  befair: a girl cant go to Sing Sing ;

    quot;I suppose not.quot; t at ory was ebbing; she absorbedme again.

    quot;All tors do make an effort to look t, and its very tender, itss as tiest everytoo, t effort to look nice andsmell nice too, and I love t. I love too, especially the colored ones.

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    I mean t s it isnt,ts of so be ice cream; and sometimes ts s like in tors room, aparty. Anys not like through a grille.

    t any grille, just a counter betandon it to be o do to kiss somebody is lean across.  I likemost, to see eaco talk about, itisnt possible to be dull, ts differentafter; s;I see train. t so quiet c; Sretcrand of o ttfully. quot;Im keeping you ao sleep.quot;

    quot;Please. Im interested.quot;

    quot;I knos o go to sleep. Because if I keep on, Illtell you about Sally. Im not sure t e cricket.quot; Sly. quot;told me not to tell anyone. In so many  is funny.

    Maybe you could put it in a story  names and . Listen, Fred,quot;

    s;youve got to cross your  and kiss yourelbo;

    Perortionists can kiss to accept an approximation.

    quot;ell,quot; s;you may  omato, and I speak Yiddister t erribly pious.   for teet. Of course  goes, I never kneo see  pay me. t; s of t t;By t. ocome to Joe Bells bar, talked to anybody, juststand tel rooms. But its funny toremember back and realize  c after t ure in the paper. Blackhand.

    Mafia. All t mumbo jumbo: but telegram from a la said to contact ely for information to myadvantage.quot;

    quot;You t somebody  you a million?quot;

    quot;Not at all. I figured Bergdorf rying to collect. But I took t to see t, since  seem to an anso meet you ins because ,  ten ime pick up a old  tly, Im not a nurse t does tricks on t impressed by t on trips to t est cy for too, ts anoty. But told me omato. ance, so it be a good deed if I  to visit : it oo romantic.quot;

    quot;I dont kno doesnt sound rig;

    S;You t;

    quot;For one t simply let anyone visit a prisoner.quot;

    quot;O. In fact te a boring fuss. Im supposed to be ;

    quot;And its as simple as t? For an ion ;

    quot;, t to me in cas.quot;

    quot;I t into a lot of trouble,quot; I said, and sc nohefire escape.

    quot;; she said seriously.

    quot;t be somet false identity. After all, yourenot  about t?quot;

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    Sted a ya;But its not messages I leave  Ive been up tellsme o say, ts sno ; so t;Ive taken care ofmyself a long time.quot; t seemed refracted to my cransparent c;Do you mind? I only  to rest a moment. So lets dont sayanoto sleep.quot;

    I pretended to, I made my breato-door c o ;Poor Fred,quot; sseemed so me, but s. quot;s cold. t; o rest against my s.

    quot;;

    S up. quot;O; sarting for t;I e snoops.quot;

    t day, Friday, I came o find outside my door a grand-luxe C ly, traveling: and scribbled on ten . You  tendresse -- bot te at  I could afford, a buncreet-vendor violets. But apparently s ain a doairs key. At any rate s; and as to feel tocments, as if I ed by my closest friend. A disquietingloneliness came into my life, but it induced no ance: t-free, sugarless diet. By ednesdayts of omato, of ant t I couldnt  nig a message in omorro morning ree in t: Bless you for reminding me. Can youstop for a drink tonight 6-ish?

    I ed until ten past six, tes more.

    A creature ansed elevated  t aken tle Person. taco it ed, truly elfin ears. ying and sliguftsof ed from ernoonbeard, and  furry.

    quot;Kids in t; ioning a cigar toer ood (anding because to sit on) seemed as t  moved into; you expected tosmell  paint. Suitcases and unpacked crates ure. tesserved as tables. One supported tini; anotyp and a boed a erature. I o t once, I liked its flyby-night look.

    t. quot;You expected?quot;

    ain. ed on me, made neat,exploratory incisions. quot;A lot of cers come  expected. You knowt;

    quot;Not very.quot;

    quot;So you dont kno;

    quot;I live upstairs.quot;

    to explain enougo relax ;You got t?quot;

    quot;Muc;

    apped as;t tkno; allicreletype. quot;So,quot; ; s;

    quot;Aint s?quot;

    quot;A p;

    quot;I   so.quot;

    quot;Youre . S aptalk  of it. Ive tried ears running do, Benny spent maybe to head-shrinkers.

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    Even to talk  of t; -- , as to crusangible -- quot;ideas. try it sometime. Get o tell you some of tuff s; ;I like t ts tdont. I do. I sincerely like tive, ts o besensitive to appreciate reak of t. But Ill tell you trut your brains out for  on a platter. to give anexample -- ly a girl youll read tom of a bottle of Seconals. Ive seen it imest toes: and t even nuts. Ss.quot;

    quot;But young. And  deal of yout;

    quot;If you mean future, youre  on t, time it couldve been different. Serested, s , you dont ar. Sure,ar; s out of till department. But t ory of Dr. assell. t; ed  ;O.J. Berman.quot;

    ed recognition, and I didnt mind obliging   orsagent.

    quot;Im t one sa Santa Anita. Srackevery day. Im interested: professionally. I find out s told Drop It if   conversation een. But stylis knoill dont. My guess, nobodyllever kno took us a year to smoot t accent. finally, e Frenc  so longsate Englis Sullavan type, but scerested, big ones, and to top itall, Benny Polan, a respected guy, Benny s to marry  could ask formore? tory of Dr. assell. You see t picture? Cecil B. DeMille.

    Gary Cooper. Jesus. I kill myself, its all set: to test  ofDr. assells nurse. One of ; elep of t to ;S ts Sunday and you got test tomorro your ass on a plane and getback   it. I say o  it to be good and I dont  it, I say , ands youll be t to knoter.quot;

    t jumped off its crate and rubbed against ed t ontoe of oss,  but merely ableness.

    quot;t ss?quot;  ;A lot of cers t expected? Living off tips. Running around y tra;

    ed, glaring.

    quot;Sorry, I dont know ;

    quot;You dont knoy tra kno; ongue clucking in ;I was hoping you maybe had influence.

    Could level s too late.quot;

    quot;But according to you, it already is.quot;

    it fade before ered le ;I could get it rolling again. Like I told you,quot;  sounded true, quot;I sincerely like t;

    quot; scandals are you spreading, O.J.?quot; o to dripping footmarks on the floor.

    quot;Just t youre nuts.

    quot;Fred kno already.quot;

    quot;But you dont.quot;

    quot;Ligte, darling,quot; sc;I dont mean you, O.J. Youre suc;

    S and sting yarn; and yet,despite tics, it  es cutt face; one eyeh dark deeds.

    quot;O.J. is a slob,quot; sold me, taking tte Id lig;But errific lot of ps David O. Selznicks number, O.J.?quot;

    quot;Lay off.quot;

    quot;Its not a joke, darling. I  you to call ell  a genius Fredis. ten barrels of t marvelous stories. ell, dont blus say you o do to makeFred ric;

    quot;Suppose you let me settle t ;

    quot;Remember,quot; s;Im . Anot t;

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    A multitude did. it quarter-ag party aken over tment, several of ted t tnumbered by graying arrivals beyond draft status. Exceptfor a lack of youts rangersamong strangers; indeed, eacering, ruggled to conceal dismay atseeing ot ess ributed ations ialfroo avoid discussing my ure. I abandoned by t baseball. Pretending an interest in o tell Itgave me sufficiently private opportunity for sizing hollys friends.

    Presently one of t.  s baby fat, ted tailor  succeeded incamouflaging tom. t a suspicion of bone inty miniature features, y: it rums, a spoiled s puckering. But it  appearance t singled ;preserved infants arent all t rare. It ; for y opus, inis, making introductions, manipulating t ofivities ated by tess y, y,rol, c in one  leaving to straigieor remove lapel lint; t came in for quite apolish.

    t;Rustyquot;) tras, im of an anarc and une y an orpy, all at tand-by of ts ever since, a consequencet um o be arrested on cer t, marriage anddivorce sustained abloid-sun.  ed for,but tate cestimony t entails.  Mrs. traating t sarted a mutiny aboard , said mutiny resultingin ed on tortugas. tly before to Unity Mitford, at least o  o marry ler didnt. to be to , and t t tendedrallies in Yorkville.

    I  told tionoff o use for a scrapbook. tucked betures, togetytra quot;One touc; preem.  me reading: Miss ly, of tonGolig Rusty trawler.

    quot;Admiring my publicity, or are you just a baseball fan?quot; sing herdark glasses as she glanced over my shoulder.

    I said, quot; ?quot;

    S me, but it ; so forget sioned Sally tomato. quot;I e t on aradio, but I o listen, its part of my researcalk about. If a man doesnt like baseball, t like like eitrouble any;

    quot;eve separated by mutual agreementquot;

    quot;unity, believe me.quot;

    quot;I do believe you. But  rike unity?quot;

    Sed. quot;Go over t funny-looking. ;

    quot;I understand you  too appreciative.quot; Sil I said:quot;tory of Doctor assellquot;

    quot;ill ; s across tionate look atBerman. quot;But  a point, I sy. Not because t or because I .

    If I do feel guilty, I guess its because I let dreaming a bit. I  vamping for time to make a fes: Iknear. Its too elligent, itstoo embarrassing. My complexes arent inferior enougar and ego are supposed to go ually, its essential not to all. I dont mean Id mind being rich and famous.

    ts very mucry to get around to it; but if ito agging along. I  to still be me  tiffanys. You need a glass,quot; sicing my empty ;Rusty! ill you bring my friend a drink?quot;

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    Sill . quot;Poor slob,quot; sickling ;poor slob a name. Its a little inconvenient,   I  anyrigo give o  until o somebody. e just sortof took up by t belong to eac,and so am I. I dont  to oil I knooget quite sure  yet. But I knos like.quot; S t drop to t;Its like tiffanys,quot; s;Not t I give a  about je its tacky to y; and even ts risky. t on te  . But ts not iffanys. Listen. You kno t;

    quot;Same as t;

    quot;No,quot; s;No, tting fat or maybe itsbeen raining too long. Youre sad, ts all. But t like  you dont knosometo  kno is. Youve feeling?quot;

    quot;Quite often. Some people call it angst.quot;

    quot;All rig. But  it?quot;

    quot;ell, a drink ;

    quot;Ive tried t. Ive tried aspirin, too. Rusty t it only makes me giggle.  Ive found does t good isjust to get into a taxi and go to tiffanys. It calms me do; noto you ts, and t lovely smell of silver and alligators. If I could find a real-life place t made me feel like tiffanys, ture and give t a name. Ive t maybe after t; Saken on a far-seeing s;I  toMexico once. Its ry for raising he sea.

    Freds good ;

    Rusty traini;  over  looking at me.

    quot;Im ; arded as t of -o blame ;Its seven-ty, and Im hungry.

    You knoor said.quot;

    quot;Yes, Rusty. I knoor said.quot;

    quot;ell, t up. Lets go.quot;

    quot;I  you to bey.quot; Sly, but tof punis in one t caused an odd flusitude, to pinkhis face.

    quot;You dont love me,quot; ;Nobody loves naug;

    Obviously s ed to  appeared to bote and relaxill inued, as t ual: quot;Do you love me?quot;

    Sted ;tend to your cy. And ;

    quot;Co;

    quot;But t doesnt mean s and sour spareribs. You knoor said.quot;

    As urned to ies isfied  resist reminding  s ans;Do you love ;

    quot;I told you: you can make yourself love anybody. Besides, inkingc;

    quot;If it inking, ?quot;

    quot;Use your  you see its just t Rusty feels safer in diapers t? ouc it. riedto stab me ter knife because I told o grotle doime, Ive got erally.quot;

    quot;t;

    quot;ell, if it rue of most men, Id ;

    quot;I meant t going to marry Mr. tra;

    Sed an eyebro;By t pretending I dont know hes rich.

    Even land in Mexico costs somet; sioning me for;letsget ;

    I o ponement. t;raveling?quot;

    quot;On my card?quot; sed. quot;You ts funny?quot;

    quot;Not funny. Just provocative.quot;

    S;After all, omorrooldto put traveling. Any e of money, ordering those cards.

    Except I felt I o to to buy some little sometiffanys.quot;

    Sini, I  touc; s in took my ;Quit stalling. Youre going to make friends ;

    An occurrence at tervened. It ;

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    S, taller t men traigomacest to matc.

    ; are you doing ; and aut as draring.

    quot;airs masstuff for t you sound vexed, sugar?quot; Stered a roundaboutsmile. quot;You b-b-boys not vexed at me for butting in on your p-p-party?quot;

    Rusty traittered. o admire her muscle,and asked her if she could use a drink.

    quot;I surely could,quot; s;Make mine bourbon.quot;

    old ;t any.quot; ed  for a bottle.

    quot;O lets ;

    sly s;dont you bot me. I can introduce myself.quot;

    Sooped toalls ry.quot;

    It seemed a dance, Berman performing some fancy footo prevent ting in.  o a quadrille of partners ossed to pigeons. It y, if only because itcontains paradox. In to taste and scientific grooming, trick ing defects;sal by admitting t emp, so steep rembled; a flat tig indicated so a beacrunks;  raiguating tarvation of utter, certainlygenuine but still a bit laid on, urned to advantage. It erstroke, t stutter; for it contrived to make ies sound somee allness,  served to inspire in malelisteners a protective feeling. to illustrate: Berman o be pounded on t;ell me ingto guide her himself.

    quot;t,quot; said ; be necessary. S is.quot; Sying aser Mag ildied anot;Its really very sad.quot; So calculate t . quot;And somysterious. Youd t would s hy.

    So, s traordinary part. ouldnt you,quot; s of no one in particular, quot; you say s;

    Someone coug it down.

    quot;But t; said ;I rouble.quot; Sely, and  to tchen for more ice.

    Mag ild understand it, t absence of urn; tions s  fire. More unforgivably, people  taking elepurned, and traoo muco dinner. Suddenly so artifice bears tion as tears to mascara, tractions at oncedissembled. Sook it out on everyone. Sess a e. Sed a man in ies to figold Berman, ler y traiff-arming o a corner. quot;You knoo o you?quot; s of a stutter. quot;Im going tomarco to t; oget sed o t humming.

    quot;Youre a bore. Get up from t; retcs of ty ing at t budge me an apologetic glance. quot;Be an angel,  axi.

    S t;

    quot;Dont. Live Barbizon. Regent 4-5700. Ask for Mag ild;

    quot;You are an angel, Fred.quot;

    t of steering an Amazon into a taxi obliteratedment I felt. But seam, sared do me iness. S;Lets go Stork.

    Catc; and fell full-lengt t o runfor a doctor. But examination proved er finding a pillo.

    ternoon I collided airs. quot;Youquot; s . quot;t to op of it.quot; I gatMag ildill in tment, but so explore ery deepened. First, tin akenly, for er Miss ildtook a  s seemed mutually inco, but by time ogeters figure ness, a perfection, like an apple, an orange,someture  rigo tion, ill more unlatin, a bas of t oo dinner. axi; totter intotcases. t gave me someto ce tired.

    ture became both darker and clearer.

 Breakfast at Tiffanys-15

    Sunday rong, my  betoenails, Mag knitting on a ser. Mag was speaking.

    quot;If you ask me, I t least ty. ;

    quot;Bully for ;

    quot;Sugar. t;

    quot;And  of me, boy.quot;

    quot;I dont feel t ry. t soldiers. tatue of Papadaddy ilder ofild;

    quot;Freds a soldier,quot; said ;But I doubt if atue. Could be. tupid you are tty stupid.quot;

    quot;Freds t boy upstairs? I didnt realize  upid.quot;

    quot;Yearning. Not stupid. s ao be on taring out: anybody a glass is liable to look stupid. Any Fred. Freds my brot;

    quot;You call your o;

    quot;If ;

    quot;ell, its poor taste to say so. A boy ts fig;

    quot; is t;

    quot;I just  you to knoe a joke, but underneato be an American. ts e;.quot; S doing needles. quot;You do terribly good-looking, dont you?quot;

    s  used to the idea of m-m-marrying a Brazilian. And being a B-b-brazilian myself.

    Its suco cross. Six t kno;

    quot;Go to Berlitz.quot;

    quot;eacu-guese? It isnt as t. No, my only co try and make Joseacute; forget politics and become anAmerican. Its suco  to be: t ofBrazil.quot; Sting. quot;I must be madly in love. You saoget;

    quot;ell. Does e?quot;

    Mag dropped a stitc;Bite?quot;

    quot;You. In bed.quot;

    quot;; t;But ;

    quot;Good. ts t spirit. I like a man  and puff.quot;

    Mag ; sed t as flattery reflecting on;Yes. I suppose.quot;

    quot;Okay.  bite.  else?quot;

    Mag counted up itc, purl, purl.

    quot;I said -- quot;

    quot;I  isnt t I dont  to tell you. But its so difficult toremember. I dont d-d-do. t ofmy s ttitude.quot;

    quot;It may be normal, darling; but Id ratural.quot;  of ts en. If you cant remember, tryleaving ts on.quot;

    quot;Please understand me, ional person.quot;

    quot;Os  look at a guy you like? Men are beautiful,a lot of te; is, and if you dont even  to look at ting a pretty cold plate of macaroni.quot;

    quot;L-l-lo;

    quot;You cant possibly be in love  ansion?quot;

    quot;No. Because Im not a cold plate of m-m-macaroni. Im a warm-ed person.

    Its ter.quot;

    quot;Okay. Youve got a  if I o bed, Id ratake along a -er bottle. Its more tangible.quot;

    quot;You   of Joseacute;,quot; sly, . quot;s more, I am in love ted ten pairs of Argyles in less ter.quot; Sretcer and tossed it aside. quot;s t, though?

    Sers in Brazil. I ougo be making s-s-sun s.quot;

    ;It must be er sometime.quot;

    quot;It rains, t I kno;

    quot;. Jungles. Actually, Id like t.quot;

    quot;Better you t;

    quot;Yes,quot; said   sleepy. quot;Better me t;

    On Monday, ered, a name added: Miss Goligravelingtoget erest longer except for a letter in my o y revieo ory. t; and, t understand t afford to pay, tended topublis meant print. Dizzy ement is no mere potell someone: and, taking tairs t a time, I pounded on hollys door.

    I didnt trust my voice to tell to ty  tter at  seemed as time toread sixty pages before s back. quot;I  let t, not if t pay you,quot; srued,t Id not ed advice but congratulations: ed from a yao asmile. quot;Os ; s;ell make a pot of coffeeand celebrate. No. Ill get dressed and take you to lunc;

    ent  perpetuated tatmospes and suitcases, everyto go, like t far beional furniture, but tself, a double one at t, andquite flasufted satin.

    S t of  t of it convenient?

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    because if youre going to e, and s a dyke, t bestt fool, he laundry.

    One could see t rewn, like a girlsgymnasium.

    quot; -- and you kno t fantastic! But a goodt; s of ted a garter. quot;It ougokeep  of my  of t be too mucrouble ont. Soo. tiny difference in: Id say a foot, ; Ser s so searc, and it  to ponder, ual effect: pampered, calmly immaculate, as ttended by Cleopatras maids. S;Listen,quot; and cupped ;Im glad about tory. Really I am.quot;

    t Monday in October, 1943. A beautiful day ostart, ans at Joe Bells; and, er, oary bands and militaryfeet, seemed to o do  to be, rather, a fanfare arranged inmy personal honor.

    e ate lunc teria in ter bear to see anytoed on t mucome, autumns seem t season of beginning, spring; ting  of ture, and spoke oft. Because ed to kno my calked of oo; but it ic recital, trary to ed, for svoluptuous account of srees, pretty cousins andparties: in s,  s, and never, certainly, thebackground of a child who had run away.

    Or, I asked,  it true t s on een?

    S;ts true. t. But really, darling, you made sucragedy out of your c feel I se.quot;

    S;Any reminds me: I ougo send Fred somepeanut butter.quot; t of ternoon  and   ofreluctant grocers cans of peanut butter, a ime scarcity; dark came before  a delicatessen on t ique ss ook osee it, and s, its fantasy: quot;But still, its a cage.quot;

    Passing a ool;Lets steal somet; so tore, ;Come on. Dont be c; Sed acounter piled rying on masks.  over  it on mine; took my . Outside, o make it more dramatic; but also because, as Id discovered, successful texes. I olen. quot;I used to,quot; s;I mean I o.

    If I ed anyt I still do it every no of to keep my ; e he way home.

    I strue,  odd moments see a great deal of eac on to is to add? tter, except to say it ed from nine tofive. remely different. Unless it imes, stoppingt, not aly tra usually, and usually, too,te; Ybarra-Jaegar: et, truck an unmusicalnote, primarily t of Ybarra-Jaegar, elligent, able, o al,vaguely important, and took o ason several days a er nigening to tter and staring into Rustys ratocks face? Per ofus in a foreign country, ing a frame forture, as  o be judged in apretty equal ligo be tolerableexamples of local color and national cer. t ion explains t.

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    Late one afternoon, iced a taxi stopacross treet to let out a girl y-second Streetpublic library. S an easy association to make. I letcuriosity guide me beting on tfollo concealed myselfsome tables aerature s to t, intermittently lingering on a page, aled upside docill no, sc acles, ained fingerst dissected frogs and carried coffee to picket lines,  eyes t only turnedtoars to estimate tonnage. Eart be moreopposite t in my  ogety resly, every fee over, it is a natural t er too soon; ion: to a top-, tic. Iimagined taurant of ture, Mildred still studying tsnutritional values, ill gluttonous for everyt. It . t of it ermined stept took small notice of t t. Sucions made meforget artled to find myself in to see  er seven, sick and perking up  s for alibrary to  of scarf, some earrings, sable fort, I o table o see. Soutical Mind of Latin America. And so forth.

    On Cmas Eve sy. o come early andrim tree. Im still not sure  tree into tment. top branc to-oget  unlike tide giant  o decorate it, for it soaked upbaubles and tinsel like melting snoo ooleal some balloons; surned tree into a fairly good soast to our for you.quot;

    I oo: a small package in my pocket t felt even smaller ;But,s dreadful!quot;

    quot;I couldnt agree more; but I t you ed it.quot;

    quot;ty dollars!quot;

    S;A fera trips to though.

    Promise youll never put a living t.quot;

    I started to kiss  s ;Gimme,quot; sapping t.

    quot;Im afraid it isnt muc; and it : a St. Cop at least itcame from tiffanys.  a girl  medal, left it in a suitcase or some el dra till mine. Ive lugged it to Neucket, all over Europe, Morocco,t Indies. Yet I seldom remember t it o me,because at one point I co forget: s rotating in tory, a copy of y review.

    Sometime in February, er trip y, Mag and Joseacute;Ybarra-Jaegar. Our altercation er surned. So a g-color, sime:quot;ell, first of all , and Rusty got mad at some sailors, or viceversa, any of  Magended up in tal, too. First-degree sunburn. Disgusting: all blisters andcitronella. e couldnt stand te; and I left taland  to  till I see Rio; but as far as Im concerned ake my money rigible guide, most of  of  go mucion ing: so I let able, becausefrankly I didnt find  all banal; but t ook us to a blue movie,and  backto Key est, Mag ive Id spent time sleeping e;. So y: but  care about t, s to ails. Actually,tty tense until I -to- ;

    e  room, ree, turned broless, its balloons sill occupied most of ture o t; and rying to preserve ropic look,  under a sun lamp.

    quot;And you convinced ;

    quot;t I  slept e;? God, yes. I simply told -- but you knosound like an agonized confession -- simply told ;

    quot;S .quot;

    quot;t.  out and boug?

    Leave it to me: Im alop banana in tment. Be a darling,darling, rub some oil on my back.quot; ;O.J. Bermans in toen, I gave ory in te impressed.  rack. Negroes and c;

    quot;Not Mr. Berman, I gat;

    quot;ell, I agree  story ts and niggers. tremblingleaves. Description. It doesnt mean anyt;

    My o emper of its oyearned to raise itself and come doocks. quot;Give me an example,quot; I saidquietly. quot;Of somet means somet;

    quot;uts,quot; s ation.

    trol. quot;But ts unreasonable.

    Youre talking about a ;

    quot;It  it? My  Cats. I sa ten times.quot;

    I said, quot;O; ;o; ion, quot;t;

    oucone he sun.

    quot;Everybody o feel superior to somebody,quot; s;But its customary topresent a little proof before you take t;

    quot;I dont compare myself to you. Or, Berman. t feel superior. e different t;

    quot;Dont you  to make money?quot;

    quot;I  planned t far.quot;

    quot;ts ories sound. As tten t knoell you: I youd better make money. You ion. Not many people are going to buy you bird cages.quot;

    quot;Sorry.quot;

    quot;You ed to a minute ago: I could feel it in your to no;

    I did, terribly; my  le of oil. quot;O regret t. Im only sorry you ed your money on me: Rustytraoo .quot;

    S up on t, s coldly blue in t. quot;It sake you about four seconds to ;

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    I  straigairs, got took it do it in front of  settled t. Or so I imagined until t morning or. Rat and carried it back to my room, acapitulation t did not lessen my resolve to put ly absolutely out of mylife. S;a crude exionist,quot; quot;a time er,quot; quot;an utter fakequot;:someone never to be spoken to again.

    And I didnt. Not for a long o Joe Bells, I . At one point, Madame Sappura and roller-skating ent ed a petition among tones otenants asking to join ly evicted: s;morallyobjectionablequot; and t;perpetrator of all-nig endangered ty and sanity of ; to sign, secretly I felt MadameSpanella o complain. But ition failed, and as April approacs y sounds, tini laug emanated from Apt. 2.

    It y to encounter suspicious specimens among etrary; but one day late t spring, ibule, I noticed a very provocative man examining ies stainedgray , and , a pale blue, oo loosely on o entionof ringing  rubbing afinger across ttering of her name.

    t evening, on my o supper, I saanding acrosstreet, leaning against a tree and staring up at erspeculations rusective? Or some under connected omato? tuation revived mytenderer feelings for  o interrupt our feud long enougo  to Seventy-ninttentionfocused on me. Presently,  turning my  ling. Not any ordinary tune, but tive,prairie melody imes played on ar: Dont  ravelin tures of tlingcontinued across Park Avenue and up Madison. Once, raffic ligo cc of tooped to pet a sleazyPomeranian. quot;ts a fine animal you got t; old trified drawl.

    y. Nevertook a seat rig ter. obacco and s.  ouc. Instead, ootudied me in thewall mirror facing us.

    quot;Excuse me,quot; I said, speaking to ;but ?quot;

    tion didnt embarrass o  asked.

    quot;Son,quot; ;I need a friend.quot;

    out a . It opieces; and so tle, cracked, blurred snaps ure, all grouped togetark of a plump blond little girl  the sun.

    quot;ts me,quot; ing at ;ts ; apped t;And t; ing a tos;

    I looked at quot;; again: and yes, no, an embryonic resemblance toing, fat-c t, I realized w be.

    quot;Youre ;

    ; ;

    ing toot;till she married me. Im her husband.

    Doc Goligor, animal man. Do some farming, too. Near tulip,texas. Son, w;

    It  real laug ook a ser and c;tter, son. Im a tired man.

    Ive been five years lookin for my  t letter from Fred,saying icket on t;

    quot;C;

    quot;t;  sed.  ture, ted girls and a pair of overalled boys. ell, ofcourse: t;But  be those children.

    t;

    quot;No; ;I didnt claim tural-bornc .  een,  kno mind. But you takeLulamae, sional s ness. quot;No me? Do youbelieve ;

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    I did. It oo implausible not to be fact; moreover, it dovetailed h O.J.

    Bermans description of t encountered in California: quot;You dontkno; Berman couldnt be blamed fornot guessing t sulip, texas.

    quot;Plain broke our s orrepeated. quot;Sers.

    Lulamae could just take it easy: fuss in front of mirrors and  positively fat. o a giant.  different from o us.

    t girl, to meone morning, and said: Papa, I got tcem outside stealing milk and turkey eggs. t iful someticking out everyeet cory B, and t of em, t off to live  mean people. No people a  of tulip. So run off from t  o leave mine. to be a real prettyoo. talky as a jaybird. it to say on everysubject: better t t picking floamedaug to say o play tar. Justto look at ears spring to my eyes. t I proposed, I cried like ababy. S you  to cry for, Doc? Course . quot;Dont tell me t ; ;e all doted on  o lift a finger, cept to eat a piece of pie. Cept to comb ve ot s . Looking at sures. Readingdreams. ts arted tlefurton.quot;  ;t ;

    ayed , as tening to to ttogeto Park Avenue. It ness betinued until I said: quot;But  leave?quot;

    quot;No, sir,quot; . quot;Fred  till took  kno into Lulamae,  er arted e me o get  ss to go; o be asking me to agree old  I t  c;Listen, son,quot; eps of tone, quot;I advised you I need a friend. Because I dont  tosurprise s w ;

    tion of introducing Mrs. Goligo s satisfying aspects;and, glancing up at ed cexan sy and Joseacute; isfying still. But Doc Golig eyes and s-stained  mademe asicipations. o to at ttom of tairs. quot;Do I look nice?quot; ig of ie.

    once; in fact, s-- in dancing pumps and quantities of perfume announced gala intentions.

    quot;ell, idiot,quot; s;Im in too muco make up noomorro;

    quot;Sure, Lulamae. If youre still around tomorro;

    Sook off ed at me. It tered prisms, ts of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.

    quot;old you t,quot; she said in a small, shivering voice.

    quot;O; S me into t;Fred!quot; sairs. quot;Fred! ;

    I could lys footsteps climbing tairs. ers, and  as tened, but as treating into a sment. tanding in front of ;Gos; ated, for  ly, as t place him.

    quot;Gee, ; ;dont t sa;

    oucested ty of ubble.

    quot;; sly, and kissed ;; sed ed  in a rib-cruser s;Gos;

    Neiticed me  up to my room.

    Nor did t;S up! Its a disgrace. Do your w;

    quot;Divorce een, for Gods sake.

    It couldnt ; apped an empty martini glass. quot;t;

    Joe Bell, in ed tantly. quot;Yourerockin t kinda early,quot; ums. It  yetnoon, according to three rounds.

    quot;But its Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are sloobed yet,quot; sold o me: quot;Not to sleep.quot; Sily. For t time since Id knoojustify ;ell, I o. Doc really loves me, you knoo you. But you dont knoness of o birds and brats and fragile t. Anyone op smirking!quot; sabbing out a cigarette. quot;I do saymy prayers.quot;

    quot;Im not smirking. Im smiling. Youre t amazing person.quot;

    quot;I suppose I am,quot; s, brigousled glimmered like a sisement. quot;I must look fierce. But  t of t roaming around in a bus station. Rigill tminute Doc t I o go  telling ,Doc, Im not fourteen any more, and Im not Lulamae. But terrible part is (and Irealized it ill stealing turkey eggs andrunning tc ;

    Joe Bell disdainfully settled tinis in front of us.

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    quot;Never love a ; ;t ake.  ime it   you cant give your  to a ronger t. Until trong enougo run into to a tree. taller tree. ts  yourself love a  t;

    quot;S; Joe Bell informed me.

    quot;Moderately,quot; ;But Doc kne. I explained it to  and. e so eac; S t; be intains by no;

    quot;s salkin about?quot; Joe Bell asked me.

    ed ini. quot;Lets ; souc mine. quot;Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- its better to look at ty place; so vague. Just a country w;

    tRALER MARRIES FOURt  bannered it belonged to anot of text t I could see read: Rut;Rustyquot; traen accused of pro-Nazi sympato Greeniful -- Not t I ed to read any more. rain. But Id been ted t seen really, since our drunken Sunday at Joe Bells bar. tervening oo complicated to recount board able interest; and, ly escaped tation of a small toering anote. Betainty of my draft status and a lack ofspecific experience, I couldnt seem to find anot urning from a discouraging intervieor oft ney  of to a state of nervous inertia. So I more t it epositive. If  quot;absurd foetus,quot; t in t as ,rage a little t of being in love tle. For I as Id once been in love man egory of love generates jealousy, too.

    ation I bougail-end of tsentence, discovered t Rustys bride iful cover girl from t tcz so limp ook a taxi t of the way home.

    Madame Sapp me in the hall, wild-eyed and wringing her hands.

    quot;Run,quot; s;Bring t;

    It sounded like it. As tigers . A riot ofcrasurned furniture. But t seem unnatural. quot;Run,quot; s;tell t;

    I ran; but only upstairs to  : tsubsided. Stopped altoget leading to let me in  unanss to break doed in a bruised so go for t;Sup,quot; sold, quot;and get out of my ;

    It e; Ybarra-Jaegar. Looking not at all t Brazilian diplomat; butsy and frig of oo. And, using ;In ; o a manaccompanying him.

    Since no one prevented me, I folloo tment,  last tmas tree led, veryliterally: its broorn-up books, broken lampsand pied, its contents tossedaround t of t was calmly licking a puddle of milk.

    In ttles made me gag. I steppedon tered,t is  Joseacute; so blindly, seemed not to see tor, ing ;Youre a tired young lady. Very tired. You  to go to sleep, dont you?

    Sleep.quot;

    finger. quot;Sleep,quot;

    sed, fretful c; me. Let me s. I sa;

    quot;it; lullabied tor, selecting from his black case ahypodermic.

    Joseacute; averted  t of a needle. quot;;

    Englision an unintended irony. quot;S;

    quot;Didnt  a bit, no?quot; inquired tor, smugly dabbing ton.

    So sufficiently to focus tor. quot;Everyts. ; But s need their own accord.

    quot;S; insisted Joseacute;.

    quot;Please, sir,quot; tor e s ;if you ient.quot;

    Joseacute; o t room, iptoeing presence of Madame Spanella. quot;Dont touc; sened as o tuguese oaths.

    , too; or so I surmised from his expression.

    Instead, ed me to tle ained dry vermout;I ; ;I  ting like a crazy. I must  is too delicate: my name, my ;

    o learn t I sa;scandalquot;; demolise affair.

    quot;It is only a question of grieving,quot; ; stle. to bring a doctor.quot;

    quot;But ed to kno; over, Rusty? If I ;

    quot;Rusty?quot;

    I ill carrying my newspaper, and she headline.

 Breakfast at Tiffanys-21

    quot;O.quot; ;ty andMag. e laug: s  to run away. I assure you, we were laug;

    ter on t;t;

    he said.

    It elegram from tulip, texas: Received notice young Fred killed in actionoverseas stop your ual loss stopletter follows love Doc. ioned  once.

    Moreover, sopped calling me Fred. June, July, all ted like a er animal essen e; moved into tment, ill, e; stayed in ason tertained no one and seldom left tment -- except on trip to Ossining.

    to imply t s interest in life; far from it, sent, altogeted in several un- a Parke-Bernet auction sag-at-bay ing tapestry and, from t estate, a gloomy pair of Got;easyquot; c te Modern Library, sropolitanMuseum reproductions (including a statue of a C t  edand  and ultimately broke), a aring mixer and a pressure cooker and alibrary of cook books. S  in tbox of  kitc;Joseacute; says Im better t natural talent? A montscramble eggs.quot; And still couldnt, for t matter. Simple diseak, a propersalad, reacute; soups(brandied black terrapin poured into avocado sies (roastedp stuffed es and persimmons) and otions(ce sauce: quot;An East Indian classic, mydear.quot;) artime sugar and cream rationing restricted ion o ss -- nevertobacco tapioca:best not describe it.

    Nor describe tempts to master Portuguese, an ordeal as tedious to me as ito ed ating on too, sence t didnot begin, quot;After ; or quot;o Rio -- quot; Yet Joseacute; ed marriage. Sted it. quot;But, after all,  see  me.

    Not un peu bit. Im delig to  least nine. Im sure some of te; ouc?

    could be prettier te coony baby green beautiful eyes? I  t Ive itudes some people say: I dont blametards for saying it, Ive al sucoted up t, and Ive only  counting anyt een because, after all, t just doesnt count.

    Eleven. Does t make me a imes it amounts toapplause. Of course I  anyt  tongue but t s. I mean, you cantbang t least not try to believe you love t and all ts. I sort of ized myselfinto ttiness ain allure. Actually, except for Doc, if you to count Doc, Joseacute; is my first non-rat romance. O my idea of te finito. ells little lies and  people takesabout fifty bat to smell someoo cautious tobe my guy ideal; urns o get undressed and oo mucs and I dont like to see  o csnap my fingers and say come  pick Joseacute;. Netle for Garbo any day. ? A person ougo beable to marry men or en, if you came to me and said you ed toc your feeling. No, Im serious. Love s. No Ive got a pretty good idea  is. Because I dolove Joseacute; -- Id stop smoking if o.  oft  sometimes, and event so  I gulp Seconal or o o tiffanys: Itake  to tuff some mus great.

    Anot  a dollar on everygoddamn star in tarium. Its a bore, but to you if youre good. Good?  is more laype  -- Id rob a grave, Id steal ts off a dead mans eyes if It it ribute to t -- but unto-type .

    Be anyt a coender, an emotional crook, a  practical. Cancer maycool you, but to. O, cookie -- ar, and Illsing you a fada in t perfect Portuguese.quot;

    tumn,are blurred in memory, peranding of eac s depte more often in silence tionate quietness replaces tensions, tter andc t produce a friendsic moments. Frequently, otitudes toire evenings togeto Coe a c some paper lanterns and stole a boxof joss sticks, tc;Years from nos. Because yes, t see ts, t isnt mine, to be, a tree or a streetor a  belongs to me because I belong to it.quot; And Isaid: quot;Do s up,quot; for I felt infuriatingly left out -- a tugboat in drydock ination, steamed dolesti in t days, blo in memory,umnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other Ive lived.

 Breakfast at Tiffanys-22

    It o fall on tember, my birt s, except t, expecting some form of monetary remembrance frommy family, I mans morning visit. Indeed, I  doairsand ed for  been loitering in tibule, to go , consequently, unity to save my life.

    quot;Come on,quot; sing tman. quot;Lets ention to its flatness:quot;Dont t to lose t t go  saying good-bye to Mabel Minerva.quot;

    quot;Good-bye?quot;

    quot;A urday. Joseacute; bougickets.quot; In ratrance, I let o treet. quot;e caxi!quot;

    Over tral Park it seemed to me astoo, ely floating over snoerritory.

    quot;But you cant. After all, . ell, . ell, you cant really runoff and leave everybody.quot;

    quot;I dont t;

    quot;I o.quot;

    quot;I loved old Sally,quot; s;You knoo see old uallyquot; -- s;ed t I ry.  . Because sooner or later t be trouble. If t I   fat la;

    I ed to be unkind. quot;You can expect a present from me, too. ;

    S;. In chere.

    ts ill  to Rio.quot;

    quot;Does ;

    quot;s tter rying to ruin ts a beautiful day:leave it alone!quot;

    quot;But its perfectly possible -- quot;

    quot;It isnt possible. Ive told you, t  legal. It couldnt be.quot; S me side;Mention t to a living soul, darling. Ill oes and dress you for a ;

    tables -- I believe television studios --  Sixty-sixtreet ed for me an old s;Dont en-cent pony rides at c of myequestrian experience.  me into ted  took traffic of CentralPark est and entered a riding pat.

    quot;See?quot; sed. quot;Its great!quot; And suddenly it cangled colors of , I loved oforget myself, my self-pitying despairs, and be content t someto ly to trot, ed trogen. te; t introduced farce in grim disguise.

    For all at once, like savage members of a jungle ambus out of ting, cursing, t tches.

    Mine, te mare, rose on eetered like atigist, treaked do out of tirrups and leaving me scarcely attacones spitsparks. trees, a lake tle-boy sailboats, statues  bylicketysplit. Nursemaids ruso rescue t;Pull in t; and quot;; andquot;Jump!quot; It er t I remembered t time I cs. On intoFiftampeding against traffic, taxis, buses t screec t the Plaza.

    But ed policeman  t brougo a steamy . It  last, t I fell off ood t altogetain ly  sympatic, grinned and said o be returnedto table.

    us in a taxi. quot;Darling. ;

    quot;Fine.quot;

    quot;But you  any pulse,quot; s.

    quot;t be dead.quot;

    quot;No, idiot. t me.quot;

    trouble  see rio of syfaces so  I ouc;ly. Idont feel anyt as;

    quot;Please. Are you sure? tell me trut ;

    quot;But I . And t;

    quot;Damn fool.quot; Sed dead away.

    t evening, pograppaged by te edition of tions of boty o do  concerned quiteanotter, as tED IN NARCOtICSSCANDAL (Journal-American), ARRESt DOPE-SMUGGLING ACtRESS (Daily News),DRUG RING EXPOSED, GLAMOUR GIRL hELD (Daily Mirror).

 Breakfast at Tiffanys-23

    Of t, ted t striking picture: ering policeers, ectives, one male, one female. Intext even ill ed a gang-moll te dangling from sullen lips did notdiminision read: ty-year-old ly, beautiful movie starletand cafe society celebrity D.A. alleges to be key figure in international drugsmugglingracket linked to racketeer Salvatore quot;Sallyquot; tomato. Dets. Patrick Connorand Sti (L. and R.) are sing o 67t. Precinct.

    See story on Pg. 3. tory, featuring a pograpified as Oliverquot;Fat; OShree full columns.

    condensed, are tinent paragrape; societyunned today by t of gorgeous ly, ty-year-oldarlet and -Ne time, 2P.M., police nabbed Oliver OSel Seabord, . 49t., ased from a rictAttorney Frank L. Donovan to be important figures in an international drug ringdominated by torious Mafia-fuuml;ore quot;Sallyquot; tomato, currently in SingSing serving a five-year rap for political bribery ... OS variously kno;Fat; and quot;t; oryof arrests dating back to 1934, ing a pal institution, tery. Miss Goliged in ment at a s Sideaddress ... Altatement, responsiblesources insist tiful actress, not long ago tant companionof multimillionaire Rutra;liaisonquot; betomato and enant, OSiveof tomatos, Miss Goligo s to Sing Sing, and ontomato supplied ransmitted to OSomato, believed to o keep firstrol of a icssyndicate posts in Mexico, Cuba, Sicily, tangier, te to offer any detail on tions or even verify them ...

    tipped off, a large number of reporters . Precinctstation  MissGoligtired like a tomboy in slacks and leat, appeared relatively unconcerned. quot;Dont ask me ,quot;

    sold reporters. quot;Parce-que Je ne sais pas, mes c knoomato. I used to go to see him every week.

    s ? ; ...

    tS ON DRUG ADDICtION: Miss Goliger asked ;Ivetle go at marijuana. Its not ructive as brandy. Coo.

    Unfortunately, I prefer brandy. No, Mr. tomato never mentioned drugs to me. Itmakes me furious, tcing ive, a religious person. A darling old man.quot;

    t: s arrested in ;luxurious apartment.quot; It took place in my oub of scalding er laced s; tentivenurse, ting on tub ing to rub me  andtuck me into bed. t t door. As trailed by a pair of civilianclotectives, one of thick yellow braids roped round her head.

    quot;ed ; boomed Madame Spanella, invading t at ;Look.  aective seemed embarrassed: by Madame Spanella andby tuation; but a  tensed t;Come along, sister. Youre going places.quot; old ;Gettton-pickin ; edon tle of linement, flung from ile floor -- ub to enricepped on it andall but severed botoes. Nude and bleeding a patprints, Ifolloion as far as t;Dont forget,quot; o instruct me astectives propelled airs, quot;please feed t.quot;

    Of course I believed Madame Spanella to blame: simes called ties to complain about  didnt occur to me til t evening whe newspapers.

    oo agitated to speak sensibly; ting stogets.

    t;You ts so? S;

    quot;ell, yes.quot;

    ums in  me, c as t;Boy, ts rotten. And you meant to be  abastard!quot;

    quot;Just a minute. I didnt say s. But t. Carry messages and  -- quot;

    ;take it pretty calm, dont you? Jesus, s ten years. More.quot; ;You knoart po need fancier sers t;

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    I oo sore and so dress myself; Joe Bell o  elepriple martini and a brandy tumbler full ofcoins. But I couldnt to contact. Joseacute; ra t bastard! Only:  w really.

    I put to Crestvieion gave me for O.J. Berman. the person who answered said Mr.

    Berman urbed: sorry, try later. Joe Bellold me I s ter; and ed on my trying Rusty. First, I spoke to Mr. traler -- Mr. and Mrs.

    trao t;t, mister. Life and deat; tcome  I found myself talking -- listening, rato t;Areyou starkers?quot; s;My ively sue anyone s to connect our names  ro-ro-rovolting and de-de-degenerate girl. Ialways knew sc. Prison is w.

    e ively sue anyone exas; but no,  like it if I called him, shed kill me good.

    I rang California again; ts ayed busy, and by time O.J.

    Berman ied so many martinis o tell me  t? I knoo Iggy Fitelstein.

    Iggys t sake care of it, send me t t I oo come doo it. S a real p en t  surprise me s;

    But s; nor urned t morning o feed. o tment, I used trancet  alone: a man case. tares as I stepped ttyface, lacquered e;; moreover, tcase ained te; kept at s sing to menders and cleaners. And I said, certain it ;Did Mr.

    Ybarra-Jaegar send you?quot;

    quot;I am t; -penetrable accent.

    quot;e;?quot;

    ed tion, as translating it into anot;A; o dismiss me, resumed activities.

    So: t  amazed; or in test sorry. Still, unt: quot; to be ;

    tood me.  tcase andproduced a letter. quot;My cousin, s for ;

    On tly -- Courtesy Bearer.

    I sat doo me, and felt as badly fora, as she could feel for herself.

    quot;Yes, I ;

    And I did:  t ing to. But I  to destroy tter; or to keep it in my pocket atively inquiredif, if by any ce;. It er; I ting by reeked of iodine and bedpans, a al room. S of . quot;ell, darling,quot; sed me, as Itiptoed totes and a s, quot;I lost t; S quite t believe how ill shed been.

    Yet it rue: quot;C, I nearly cooled. No fooling, t  had me.

    Sorm. I guess I couldnt old you about t woman.

    Since I didnt kno il my brot a meant, Freds dying; and t meanred bitc! But its all ts aing to give you t crazy and brokeeveryt;

    Except for tor sients, a trio of triplet-like ladies  not unkind but total, speculated in walian.

    : quot;t doneme ;; and, to a suggestion t s traig;I cant. t speak Englis dream of spoiling t; It s Joseacute;.

    tant ster sed  oug advanced ;Darling,quot; sructed me, quot; oft ick.quot;

    Guided by a compact mirror, sed every vestige of t of ube, colored taco er a displeased appraisal of ion, ster and let  ;tastes bum. But divine,quot;

    sossing me tter: quot;Maybe te a rat-romance. Dont be  aloud. Id like to  myself.quot;

    It began: quot;My dearest little girl -- quot;

    once interrupted. Sed to kno of ting.

    I t notigric script. quot;Its o a t.

    Buttoned up and constipated,quot; s;Go on.quot;

    quot;My dearest little girl, I  as otconceive of my despair upon discovering in sucal and public style  you are from to make  circumstance,and do not find it in my  to add my condemn to t surroundsyou. So I  in your  not to condemn me. I oprotect, and my name, and I am a coutions enter. Forget me,beautiful c may God al te;.quot;

    quot;ell?quot;

    quot;In a  seems quite . And even touc;

    quot;touc square-ball jazz!quot;

    quot;But after all,  of vie see -- quot;

    to admit t s e itscosmetic disguise, confessed it. quot;All rig a rat  reason. A supersized,King Kong-type rat like Rusty. Benny St. But o;

    s into ;I did love .quot;

    talian trio imagined a lovers crise and, placing t it belonged, tut-tutted tongues at me. I tered: proud t anyone sed er. And blessyou for being suc o play Calamity Jane Id still belooking foro trenuous exercise, tsrick. But Ive scared la merde out of tment bysaying it s, including false arrest.quot;

    Until ted mention of er tribulations, and tingreference to tic, so definitely did it reveal ies before ;Norong, mature, an uncle. quot;Noreat it as a joke. eo make plans.quot;

    quot;Youre too young to be stuffy. too small. By t business is it ofyours?quot;

    quot;None. Except youre my friend, and Im o knoenddoing.quot;

    Srated on t;todays ednesday, isntit? So I suppose Ill sleep until Saturday, really get a good scurdaymorning Ill skip out to top by tment and pick up anigo Idleion on a perfectly fine plane.

    And since youre suc you op s;

    quot; do t.quot;

    quot;Et pourquoi pas? Im not -footing after Joseacute;, if ts w you suppose.

    According to my census, rictly a citizen of Limboville. Its only: ly fine ticket? Already paid for? Besides, Ive never been to Brazil.quot;

    quot;Just ment. If tc a, youll never be able to come ;

    quot;ell, so, tougitty. Any;

    quot;No, s stupid. Youre innocent. Youve got to stick it out.quot;

 Breakfast at Tiffanys-25

    S;Raeam, ra; and ble;O,quot; sabbed out te. quot;I  catc despise me, darling.quot; S y. quot;I  mucalked it over  tell ip to say not up for bail. Bless O.J.s; but once on t I en t from me is acouple of free grabs and my services as a states ness against Sally -- nobody ention of prosecuting me, t a g of a case. ell, I may berotten to t: testify against a friend I . Not if ter Kenny. My yardstick is reats me, and oldSally, all rig absolutely ook a sligage,just ter, and Id let t c; tilting  mirror above ick ;And to be , t isntall. Certain s , ture: till o Peronas Bar and Grill -- take my  as welcome as Mr.

    Frank E. Campbell. And if you lived off my particular talents, Cookie, youdunderstand tcy Im describing. U just fancy a fadeoutt finds me belly-bumping around Roseland  Side hillbillies.

    Madame tra in and out of tiffanys. Icouldnt take it. Give me t ;

    A nurse, soft-so t visiting arted to complain, and ailed by er popped in  as I took leave, soppered o say: quot;Do me a favor, darling.

    Call up times, or  a list of ty ric men inBrazil. Im not kidding. ty ric: regardless of race or color. Anotment till you find t medal you gave me. t.

    Cop for trip.quot;

    t, it turday, departing day, tysrate it.

    But ion t   go, continuedions -- placing, I must say, t one. Quite rigoo: iterested partiesone couldnt tell -- simply a man, sometimes men, o a bank and straigo Joe Bells Bar. quot;Sfigure s; Joe Bell told me o meet  most, bringing:quot;ar. tootuff. And a bottle of  tom of ty-clot.

    Yea. Ss t. But ; ;I dont knoo be protected against elling t o call it off.quot;

    Stumbling, skidding up and do andmine,  to to t  looked favorably upon evacuation, especially in suc, first-rate job of assembling . Cop pyramid of brassiegrave;res and dancing slippers and pretty tcase. t over t I o put in papergrocery bags. I couldnt to carry t; until I t of stuffing him ina pillowcase.

    Never mind o Nancys Landing,Mississippi, just under five  oto Joe Bells bar. tar filled ened t and perfume spilled on t, pearls rolled in tter: c screamed -- but e;: torming streets seemed asing to trap, imprison me for aiding an outlaw.

    tla;Youre late, Buster. Did you bring t;

    And t, released, leaped and percail son conducting roo, seemed ined by melody, somebouncy bon voyage oompa;t tobe part of my . t t. Mr. Bell, sir, t;

    quot;Youll only need t; old ;I  drink to your foolis;

    t;A vanisyou toast ;), t;Ill  of it. If youre going to ; An inaccurate statement:because seconds after  a cside t to notice it, put doo see trict Attorney . So did I. And  t;Its not. totake you to t.quot;

    urned o fiddle s. ;Kind, dear Mr. Bell. Look at me, sir.quot;

 Breakfast at Tiffanys-26

    .  t tered on t;Good-bye,quot; o vomit, scurried to the door lock.

    ted our slapdas civilly and remained rock-faced ripped off ume so substitute, and struggled into a slim black dress. e didnttalk: talk could o argument; and also, oo preoccupiedfor conversation. So antlyforo peer out ting an address -- or, I decided,taking a last impression of a scene sed to remember. It hese.

    But t;Stop ; so treet inSpaniserportraitsof movie stars and Madonnas. Sideterings of fruit-rind and rottedneill boomed, ts of blue in the sky.

    epped out of took t c; do you t to be t kind ofplace for a tougs galore. Plenty of cat-bums togang around ; s moveaead raised ioned e-eyes,samped : quot;I said beat it!quot;  ;I said fuck off!quot;

    sed, t;Go,quot; soldt;Go. Go.quot;

    I unned. quot;ell, you are. You are a bitc;

    ed traveled a block before s;I told you. e just met by ts all. Independents, bother any promises.

    e never -- quot; sic, an invalid ; and I ran after her.

    But t  at t. treet except a urinating drunk and tced up and doing: quot;You. Cat. .quot; S it up until a bumpyskinnedboy came forom by ts neck: quot;You sa nice kitty, miss? Gimme a dollar.quot;

    t me steer o. At tated; s me, past till offering  (quot;haifa dollar.

    ts, maybe? ts, it aint muc;), and so grip myarm to stand up: quot;Oo eac;

    t: quot;Ill take careof oo. I promise.quot;

    S c;But  me?quot; s;Im very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because itcould go on forever. Not knoil youve t a  spit.quot; Sepped in t. quot;Sorry, driver. Lets go.quot;

    tOMAtOS tOMAtO MISSING. And: DRUG-CASE ACtRESS BELIEVED GANGLANDVICtIM. In due time, ed: FLEEING PLAYGIRL tRACED tORIO. Apparently no attempt ies to recover ter diminiso an occasional gossip-column mention; as a neory, it o died of a attack at Sing Sing. Mont by, a er of t a inbed, tapestry, enant acquired tment,ance Smitertained as many gentlemen callers of anoisy nature as ance Madame Spanella did notobject, indeed sed on t mignon card came: it ick kiss: Brazil ly but Buenos Aires t. Nottiffanys, but almost. Am joined at think so.

    Anyo live ($enor s) and  youknoendresse. But t everexisted, never , o e Id sold tories, raersuing fordivorce,  of tone because it  mostly, Ied to tell  . I  my promise; I  tooker-reets, and tiger-striped fur t, upon inspection,  him.

    But one day, one cold sunser afternoon, it tedplants and framed by clean lace curtains, ed in t ain ain  or wever, I oo.