The Mademoiselle seemed to obey no set schedule. Sometimes she left very early and on occasion she and John were walking out the main door together at 7:30, whereupon she would offer a neighborly, “Bon jour,” and then head uptown on foot. Frequently she seemed to be home all day. Sometimes she had daytime callers and often she went out in the evening.
Once, when a heavy rainstorm was threatening to flood our apartment, I ran next door for some sort of help. I thought the Mademoiselle understood but she just shrugged as if to say, “It’s only water. Tomorrow it will be gone.” Really?!
But I confess, I was obsessed with her. And it became sort of a game to dream up backgrounds, whereabouts and occupations for her. At one point I KNEW she was an actress from a highborn French family, while John believed she must be…
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