Truman Capote Has Come To Call: Part 1
MY WILLADEENE, MY WILLADEENE. (A Series) Truman Capote is coming to call, and I haven’t a thing to wear. Mostly, I blame Willadeene. Oh, not for lack of haberdashery, an ensemble impervious to Mr. Capote’s refined eye and serrated tongue. I blame her for hatching the whole affair. For inviting the dead Mr. Capote here…
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Should your presence here be accidental, an errant index finger poised upon a mouse and ravenous for other Roberts—glamorous Roberts: Robert Downy Jr., Redford, or De Niro kinds of Roberts, I beg you, do not go just yet. I have gone to bother; I showered and shaved my face. Tidied my nails, smoothing all the…
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