Black Widow Page #2

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry, pet...

but there are always so many people

at my parties that I didn't invite...

that I rarely get a chance

to speak to my guests.

I'm terribly sorry, but I'm afraid

I'm one of the ones you didn't invite.

Oh, really? Then let us say

there are always so many guests...

that I rarely get a chance

to speak to those I didn't invite.

- Where are you taking her?

- Out to dinner.

After which we're going

to say good night to each other.

And at 12:
00 when Iris calls...

I'm gonna tell her all about it myself...

thus saving you the trouble, sweetie.

Good night.

Come on, Miss, uh-

Ordway.

Good night, Miss Marin.

And I never said

a mumbling word.

Yeah, I went. That's the trouble living in

the same building with Lottie.

You can't very well

get out of her parties.

- How long did you stay?

- Not long.

I took a kid I met there

out to dinner.

She's about 20, I guess...

so if you hear I'm running around with

moppets while you're away, that's right.

Did she get the job?

No, that's the funny part about it.

She's not an actress.

She's a writer.

Matter of fact, she didn't seem

that much interested in the theater.

- You want to bet?

- No, I guess not.

Just wait until

the next time you see her.

You'll find out how uninterested

in the theater she is.

Except there ain't gonna be no next time.

This baby eats too much.

Do you know what that kid

got away with for dinner?

A whole mess

of marinated herring...

two big bowls of pea soup...

steak about the size

of a doormat...

four vegetables

and some tomatoes...

a bucket of salad...

some cheese

and a chocolate nut sundae.

No coffee.

Lottie's party

and my meeting with Nancy Ordway...

was on the sixth ofJune.

Let us now go back

exactly three months...

to the sixth of March...

which, as we learned later, was when

Miss Ordway arrived in New York.

Yes?

Don't you really

recognize me?

Well, Nanny.

Good heavens. Come in.

Here, let me.

No wonder.

You've grown so.

Even if I had been expecting you...

I wouldn't have looked

for a beautiful young woman.

- Well, how old are you now anyway?

- I'll be 20 next month.

You were still in pigtails

the last time I saw you.

That was six or seven years ago.

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, come on.

- Take off your hat. Make yourself comfortable.

- Thanks.

But don't worry.

I haven't come to put up on you.

This is just to say hello and leave

my stuff here, if you don't mind...

while I look for a place of my own.

- I'm gonna live in New York now.

- Tired of Savannah?

Well, after Mama died, there was

nothing else to keep me there.

- I want to write, you know.

- Oh, really?

- This is Greenwich Village, isn't it?

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