We walk around the deck and she discusses the merits of my pictures.
"Do you like drama?" I ask.
"No. I like to laugh, but I love to make people cry myself. It must be nice to act 'cryie' parts, but I don't like to watch them."
"And you want me to adopt you?"
"Only in the pictures, like Jackie. I would love to break windows."
She has dark hair and a beautiful profile of the Spanish type, with a delicately formed nose and a Cupid's bow sort of mouth. Her eyes are sensitive, dark and shining, dancing with life and laughter. As we talk I notice as she gets serious she grows tender and full of childish love.
"You like smashing windows! You must be Spanish," I tell her.
"Oh no, not Spanish; I'm Jewish," she answers.
"That accounts for your genius."
"Oh, do you think Jewish people are clever?" she asks, eagerly.