he wouldnt. he wrehe flowers from the vase and thrust them at her; theymissed their mark, scattered on the flood-bye," he said; and, as though hewere going to vomit, scurried to the mens room. we heard the door lock.
the carey chauffeur was a worldy spe ted our slapdash luggagemost civilly and remained rock-faced when, as the limousine swished uptownthrough a lessening rain, holly stripped off her clothes, the riding e shednever had a ce to substitute, and struggled into a slim black dress. we didnttalk: talk could have only led tument; and also, holly seemed too preoccupiedfor versation. she hummed to herself, swigged brandy, she leaned stantlyforward to peer out the windows, as if she were hunting an address -- or, i decided,taking a last impression of a se she wao remember. it was her of these.
but this: "stop here," she ordered the driver, and we pulled to the curb of a street inspanish harlem. a savage, a garish, a moody neighborhood garlanded with posterportraitsof movie stars and madonnas. sidewalk litterings of fruit-rind and rottedneer were hurled about by the wind, for the wind still boomed, though the rainhad hushed and there were bursts of blue in the sky.
holly stepped out of the car; she took the cat with her. cradling him, shescratched his head and asked. "what do you think? this ought to be the right kind ofplace for a tough guy like you. garbage s. rats galore. plenty of cat-bums togang around with. so scram," she said, dropping him; and when he did not moveaway, instead raised his thug-fad questioned her with yellowish pirate-eyes,she stamped her foot: "i said beat it!" he rubbed against her leg. "i said fuck off!"
she shouted, then jumped ba the car, slammed the door, and: "go," she toldthe driver. "go. go."
i was stunned. "well, you are. you are a bitch."
wed traveled a block before she replied. "i told you. we just met by the river oneday: thats all. indepes, both of us. we never made each other any promises.
we never -- " she said, and her voice collapsed, a ti invalid whiteness seized herface. the car had paused for a traffic light. then she had the door open, she wasrunning dowreet; and i ran after her.
but the cat was not at the er where hed bee. there was no one, nothingoreet except a urinating drunk and two negro nuns herding a file of sweetsingingchildren. other children emerged from doorways and ladies leaned over theirwindow sills to watch as holly darted up and down the bloc
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