Mary Jane extended her pack of cigarettes, saying “Oh, I’m dying to see her. Who does she look like now?”
Eloise struck a light. “Akim Tamiroff.”
“No, seriously.”
“Lew. She looks like Lew. When his mother comes over, the three of them look like triplets.” Without sitting up, Eloise reached for a stack of ashtrays on the far side of the cigarette table. She successfully lifted off the top one and set it down on her stomach. “What I need is a cocker spaniel or something,” she said. “Somebody that looks like me.”
“How’re her eyes now?” Mary Jane asked. “I mean they’re not any worse or anything, are they?”
“God! Not that I know of.”
“Can she see at all without her glasses? I mean if she gets up in the night to go to the john or something.
“She won’t tell anybody. She’s lousy with secrets.”
Mary Jane turned around in her chair. “Well, hello, Ramona!” she said. “Oh, what a pretty dress!” She set down her drink. “I’ll bet you don’t even remember me, Ramona.”
“Certainly she does. Who’s the lady, Ramona?”