CarrollBlog 5.1
In a heavy rain, I was walking quickly along trying to get there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a large dog dashing across the pedestrian zone. It was so wet that water was flying off its long coat. It was moving so fast and looked so excited that I stopped just to watch where it was going. Standing twenty feet away stood a very chic, elegantly dressed woman. All in beige, she had long sweeping hair a la Rita Hayworth. She held a newspaper over her head in a futile attempt to keep it dry in the rain. But seeing this dog racing toward her, she dropped the paper and slapped both hands against her thighs, urging it to come. The dog happily threw itself up on her. Because it was big, its long outstretched paws went halfway up her arms. My first thought was oh man, he's going to ruin her coat. But she was laughing and kissing the dog by then, indifferent to what it was doing to her beautiful clothes, just as happy to see it as it was to see her.
That happened a long time ago but I have never forgotten it.
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"She always speaks in her own voice
Even to strangers."
Robert Graves