JULY 19, 1939. YONKERS, NY— I’M ALREADY LATE TO MEET HIM. Maybe it’s because I care nothing for flowers. Speeding in a cab toward Yonkers and his Greystone mansion, I wince at the thought of those willowy things ahead.
JULY 19, 1939. YONKERS, NY— I’M ALREADY LATE TO MEET HIM. Maybe it’s because I care nothing for flowers. Speeding in a cab toward Yonkers and his Greystone mansion, I wince at the thought of those willowy things ahead.