Inspiring One

I am living in a lively way with slight sobs now and then. My face squeaked under the pressure. I came to as many conclusions as possible, which puffed out loudly along with sobs. In this I was much helped by Fred. I took a look at what looked eerie—Fred. I am excited. He appears to have just had very good news. He can be receiving it every day.

If I don’t refer to anything sexual, I’ll be a much more likeable person, for lack of a better idea.

I am a weak woman of thirty-two in a metropoli­tan area. Life might be gaily spoken of.

What Fred said: “I only hope and pray. I should so much like to help you. I hope you are keeping well. I hope you will have peace of mind. Do not bother to answer me. Of course, don’t reply. Please accept my sympathy. Sorry for this intrusion. I would love to see you again some day. Please never think of answering. I am horrified.”

Some months later I was about to go on a danger­ous expedition to see Tiny. I can tell you about Tiny. She gave me her stationery. She’s the messiest writer of bills. She used to have crinkling paper, but this time it had Tiny Boynton written on it in big letters. And she’s been together with Marcel all these years and it’s a very poor relationship, but then he had an affair, of course. They must have seen one another enough to have twins. I don’t know how she does it. I used to chat with her. She spends all day long and she takes all the dogs on this big loop. I was wonder­ing, not knowing what her schedule was. She walks around in jodhpurs and a riding crop and totes the dogs along, and so I was desperate and I was running after her and I introduced myself and I am at the end of the world!