TWO TAXI DRIVES
[To Paul Morand]
I: SUNSHINE
"Margaret, my dear, how delightful."
"Is it?"
"But of course."
"I always wonder," she murmured, "about accidental and sudden meetings. They are a sort of nervous shock and you always feel that you are looking for something that you've mislaid and that you don't seem able to find again until you've parted."
"How depressing you are. Looking for mislaid intimacy, do you mean?"
"I suppose so."