Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

Dover. "Lady!" He snorted. I leapt upon him, handbagraised to strike again, but he managed with unexpectedagility to get to his feet and put the desk once morebetween us. "You're nothing but some con-girl pretending tobe married to my nephew when I got proof he nevermarried nobody. Here!" He thrust a legal document at me,which I ignored. I knew that I had been careless, and havebeen found out. My own fault. "No record of my marriage toMyron exists in any of the United States," I said, "for theexcellent reason," I wadded up the document and threw it athim, "that we were married in Mexico." "Whereabouts?""My lawyers will tell your lawyers," I said. "Meanwhile, if thatsettlement is not made by April first, I will take over thewhole shooting match." When in doubt, double the stakes,as James Cagney used to say. I departed regally, but Iwas--am--shaken by the interview. I immediately rang mylawyer to assure him that I will be able to produce themarriage license as soon as a new one is issued atMonterrey. Meanwhile--what a mess! Suddenly I feel terriblyalone and afraid. My mood was hardly improved when Ilearned a few moments ago from a distraught Mary-Annthat Rusty has left town. When I pressed her as to why, sheburst into tears and could not or would not say. I have neverliked the month of February-even when the sun shines, as itdoes now, and it is warm.20My ground rules for the party were respected. I would wear