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sold it. To a retired tax lawyer whose Palm Beach
penthouse was, said the artist, "lousy like dee fleas on
dee perro" with modern art, none of which was worth
a spit. Still there was money in art, indeed "mucho
moola in dees beesneece, cara Canopy. But artist
heeself, he geet nada dollair.
Everybody reech, reech like puercos peegs selling,
buying all dee art, while leetle artist, leetle limosnero,
seeting out to freeze, even no coat to wear. Ees a good
ting? I do not tink so." Mrs. Canopy did not think so
either, though she felt obliged to inquire if it were really
that cold in Miami this June, despite her willingness to
allow artists that license to lie called poetic which in
ordinary persons like herself she would have thought
mendacity.
By coincidence, or the concentricity of design,
Tracy was to enjoy a second communication from one
of her artists that day, for shortly before noon, as she
sat working on her accounts and paying some bills, she
heard a noise that she thought was the garbage truck.
But it was Louie Daytona, who drove one of the
few 1949 Cadillac hearses still on the streets, and