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Where'd you ever find feathers like that?"
"I think, yes, abroad, I'm afraid." (In Paris, in fact,
where she had also bought the Chanel suit of raw silk
Della Robbia blue that she now wore with the gray-blue
pheasant-feathered cap. In Paris that summer when
Blanchard had only months to live and they had thought
they had a lifetime.) "A long time ago," Evelyn added.
Around the loft—someone's home, evidently, for
those blue things Tracy said were chairs, and the orange
ones, tables—conversation crackled to the crunch of
dipped raw vegetables and the munch of slivered meats.
"I told Jer, 'Look, Jer, if I am getting bent out of
shape, it's because my play's getting bent out of shape
by that hop-head hyena!'"
"Whuddah'd Jer say?"
"Said he and the hyena were having an affair. I
could have torn out my tongue."
"But everybody knows that! He's really nuts about
her. He sent her to Boston and had her dried out."
"En pointe? You're kidding! He must weigh twoten!"
"First she horns in on my analyst, and now she