of course wed never met. though actually, oairs, ireet, we oftencame face-to-face; but she seemed not quite to see me. she was never without darkglasses, she was always well groomed, there was a sequential good taste in theplainness of her clothes, the blues and grays and lack of luster that made her,herself, shine so. one might have thought her a photographers model, perhaps ayoung actress, except that it was obvious, judging from her hours, she hadnt timeto be either.
now and then i ran across her outside our neighborhood. once a visitiivetook me to "21," and there, at a superior table, surrounded by four men, hem mr. arbuck, yet all of them intergeable with him, was miss golightly, idly,publicly bing her hair; and her expression, an unrealized yawn, put, by example,a dampener, on the excitement i felt over dining at so swanky a place. anht, deep in the summer, the heat of my room se into the streets. iwalked down third aveo fifty-first street, where there was an antique storewith an obje its window i admired: a palace of a bird cage, a mosque ofmis and bamboo rooms yearning to be filled with talkative parrots. but the pricewas three hundred and fifty dollars. on the way home i noticed a cab-driver crowdgathered in front of p. j. clarks saloon, apparently attracted there by a happy groupof whiskey-eyed australian army officers baritoning, "waltzing matilda." as they saook turns spin-dang a girl over the cobbles uhe el; and the girl, missgolightly, to be sure, floated round in their, arms light as a scarf.
but if miss golightly remained unscious of my existence, except as a doorbellvenience, i became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. idiscovered, from the trash-basket outside her door, that her regularreading sisted of tabloids and travel folders and astrological charts; that shesmoked aeric cigarette called pies; survived on cottage cheese andmelba toast; that her vari-colored hair was somewhat self-ihe same sourcemade it evident that she received v-letters by the bale. they were always torn intostrips like bookmarks. i used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing.
remember and miss you and rain and please write and damn and goddamhewords that recurred most often on these slips; those, and lonesome and love.
also, she had a cat and she played the guitar. on days when the sun was strong,she would wash her hair, and together with the cat, a red tiger-striped tom, sit outon the fire escape thumbing a g
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