Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

efore our eyes, a dream made all the more palpable bythe sudden appearance of a major television personalitywho embraced Letitia and complained, "You never callme!" Mary-Ann and I were duly impressed by this publicdisplay of Letitia's greatness, and flattered that we are nowher friends. After saying good night to Letitia, Mary-Ann andI came back to the apartment. We are both a little sad atthe thought of leaving our first home together. But we arealso excited at the thought of the new house, particularly thesoundproofed music room where Mary-Ann will practice.She has become, suddenly, grimly ambitious. She meansto be a major star and if she does not attain at least themagnitude of Susanna Foster my name is not MyraBreckinridge. In fact, according to Miss Cluff, there is athrilling new quality to Mary-Ann's voice which "I'm surestaying with you and receiving a woman's love andguidance has given her." Miss Cluff giggled despite mycoldness, for I do not want her--or anybody--.-to think thateither of us is one of les girls. I must protect Mary-Ann. Imust also protect myself since I can never rule out thepossibility that some day I shall find that perfect man whowill totally resist me and so win my love, and hand inmarriage. I find that lately I've been prone to the mostsickening sentimental reveries, usually involving Mary-Annthough sometimes a faceless man is at my side and we livetogether in an enchanted cottage filled with the pitter-pat oflittle feet or I should say paws since I detest children buthave lately come to adore dogs. First thing Monday, Mary-Ann and I are going to the kennel and buy two wirehaired