It breaks my heart to give this back to you, but you’re already heartbroken, so we’re even, I guess. Anyway, I can’t look at Lottie Carson ever again, for obvious reasons, so if I didn’t give this back it would waste away somewhere in a trash heap instead of staring up at you when you open the box and making you cry with her grin, her beautiful grin, the famous grin of Lottie Carson.
“What?” you said, and watched the old woman go down the block.
"Lottie Carson,” I said.
"Who’s she?”
“From the movie.”
“Yeah, I saw her in the back row. With the hat.”
“No, that’s Lottie Carson,” I said. “At least I think. Who was in the movie. Greta.”
"Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
“No,” I said, “of course I’m not sure. But it could be.”
look at movie ticket instead
rifle more