Saturday, November 7, 2009
Betty Duffy, Mrs. Darwin, Emily J, Sally Thomas, and Elena Maria Vidal -- and I were getting ready to attend a ball. We were pulling on fabulous clothes worthy of Elena's site Tea at Trianon, and Elena herself was escorted by a dashing genteman à la Mr. Darcy (though he hailed from Roosevelt Field, Long Island, and his name was Jim). The ball was being held at a very tony place on the east side of midtown Manhattan. Though I woke up before the dancing started, I was left with a pervasive sense of looking at the city where I had lived for most of my life through the eyes of one who has traveled away from it and will never live there again.