Breakfast at Tiffany's Page #2

Anyway, all I know

is that he's a darling old man.

Oh, he was never my lover

or anything like that.

In fact, I never knew him

until after he was in prison.

But I adore him now.

I mean, I've been going to see him

every Thursday for seven months.

Now I think I'd go

even if he didn't pay me.

-Shoes.

-I could only find one.

He pays you?

That's right. Or anyway his lawyer does.

If he is a lawyer, which I doubt, since

he doesn't seem to have an office,

only an answering service.

And he always wants to meet you

at Hamburger Heaven.

There you are, you sneak. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Dress. Dress.

Here we are. Bag and a hat, too.

There we are.

Anyway, about seven months ago, this

so-called lawyer, Mr O'Shaughnessy,

asked me how I'd like to cheer up

a lonely old man

and pick up $100 a week

at the same time.

I told him, "Look, darling,

you've got the wrong Holly Golightly."

A girl can do as well as that

on trips to the powder room.

I mean, any gentleman

with the slightest chic

will give a girl a $50 bill

for the powder room.

And I always ask for cab fare, too.

That's another $50.

But then he said his client was

Sally Tomato.

He said dear old Sally had seen me

at Elmo's or somewhere

and had admired me la distance.

So wouldn't it be a good deed

if I were to visit him once a week?

Well, how could I say no?

It was all so wildly romantic.

How do I look?

Very good. I must say I'm amazed.

You were a darling to help,

I could never have done it without you.

-Bag.

-Call me anytime.

I'm just upstairs, or I will be

as soon as I get moved in.

Bye, cat.

You mean he gives you $100

for an hour's conversation?

Well, Mr O'Shaughnessy does

as soon as I meet him

and give him the weather report.

Look, it's none of my business,

but it sounds to me

like you could get in a lot of trouble.

Hold this for me, will you?

And what do you mean,

"weather report"?

Oh, that's just a message I give

Mr O'Shaughnessy.

So he'll know I've really been up there.

Sally tells me things to say like

"There's a hurricane in Cuba"

and, "It's cloudy over Palermo."

Things like that.

You don't have to worry.

I've taken care of myself for a long time.

Taxi!

-I never could do that.

-It's easy.

Paul.

I'm late. I know it.

Don't tell me you were locked out?

Didn't you get the key?

Oh, darling. I'm so sorry.

No, I got the key, all right.

Miss Golightly, my neighbour,

was kind enough to let me in.

Miss Golightly's on her way

to Sing Sing.

-Oh?

-Just visiting, of course.

Miss Golightly,

Mrs Falenson, my decorator.

-How do you do?

-How do you do?

Darling. Let me look at you.

-Are you through?

-Was the flight absolutely ghastly?

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