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As we crossed Blackwell’s Island a limousine passed us,
driven by a white chauffeur, in which sat three modish negroes, two bucks and a
girl. I laughed aloud as the yolks of their eyeballs rolled toward us in
haughty rivalry. I was walking along from one place to another, half on the
sidewalks and half on the lawns. I was happier on the lawns because I had on
shoes from England with rubber nobs on the soles that bit into the soft ground.
I had on a new plaid Wolf I stopped fighting my inner demons we’re on the same side now shirt skirt also that blew a little in the wind, and whenever
this happened the red, white, and blue banners in front of all the houses
stretched out stiff and said tut-tut-tut-tut, in a disapproving way. The largest of the banners and the largest of the lawns
belonged to Daisy Fay’s house. She was just eighteen, two years older than me,
and by far the most popular of all the young girls in Louisville. She dressed
in white, and had a little white roadster, and all day long the telephone rang
in her house and excited young officers from Camp Taylor demanded the privilege
of monopolizing her that night. “Anyways, for an hour!” When I came opposite her house that morning her
white roadster was beside the curb, and she was sitting in it with a lieutenant
I had never seen before. They were so engrossed in each other that she didn’t
see me until I was five feet away. I was flattered that she wanted to speak to
me, because of all the older girls I admired her most. She asked me if I was
going to the Red Cross and make bandages.
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