spent a few hours in Tiffany’s with such a pleasant man.”
“Who was he?”
“I don’t know. He was a clerk there. I went in to look at jewels.”
“What for?”
“Just for the joy of it.”
“And a clerk spent two hours with you?”
She nodded.
“But why?”
“Because I’m so charming, stupid. He asked me to come in next week to see some famous pearls. I also inspected a bookshop. I asked about the sale of published plays. I thought we might make your things into a book.”
“If Broadway doesn’t want them?”
“Better still if Broadway does.”
“Do you always go about making acquaintances?” he inquired.
“Always. People like to talk to me. I look so inoffensive.”
He smiled at her saucy, tip-tilted face.
“Any more adventures?”
“Oh, yes. A gay old man asked me if I was alone?”
“What?” he exploded.
