She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tig his head, "poor slobwithout a s a little inve, his not having a name. But I havent anyright to give him one: hell have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sortof took up by the river one day, we dont belong to each other: hes an indepe,and so am I. I dont want to own anything until I know Ive found the place whereme and things belong together. Im not quite sure where that is just yet. But I knowwhat its like." She smiled, ahe cat drop to the floor. "Its like Tiffanys," shesaid. "Not that I give a hoot about jewelry. Diamonds, yes. But its tacky to weardiamonds before youre forty; and even thats risky. They only lht on thereally old girls. Maria Ouspenskaya. Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: It wait. But thats not why Im mad about Tiffanys. Listen. You know those dayswhen youve got the mean reds?"
"Same as the blues?"
"No," she said slowly. "No, the blues are because yetting f……（内容加载失败！）
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