ʺThe day I left New York to
come here last year I was walking down fifth avenue with my agent and we came
to a gallery with a painting of a woman in the window. It was a self portrait
of the artist signed Marilyn. There was something about the painting or the way
she was looking at me, I bought the painting and brought it here with me and
the night we went to Nicky’s for dinner I talked to her about you and Paris and
being back in 1921 and I never stopped talking to her, I told her about my day
and about what we were doing and where we’d been ad how I felt about you.
Anyway before long I found myself believing that I’d meet her, Marilyn, one day
and when I did I’d fall in love with her and I’d never let her go. And one day
I did meet her, at the elevators of a
building. I didn’t recognize her at first but when she told me her name…I told
you I loved you, Annabelle, and I do. You’re the first woman I truly loved and
I still love you, but I was in-love with Marilyn the first time I saw her. She
liked the heroine of a Hemmingway novel he’s going to write soon, Lady Brett
Ashley, and when we came back to Paris she started calling herself Brett Ashley
and it’s stuck. That’s how I met her you have to believe me. And it was your
fault I learned to really love her. You said you’d help me to learn how and you
did. I’m sorry I didn’t fall for you, kitten but I do love you.”
The Paris Affair
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