“The guitar filled with rain, rain softened the paper sacks, the sacks split and perfume spilled on the pavement, pearls rolled in the gutter: while the wind pushed and the cat scratched, the cat screamed -- but worse, I was… — Truman Capote-Breakfast at Tiffany's Copy Share Image
“The guitar filled with rain, rain softened the paper sacks, the sacks split and perfume spilled on the pavement, pearls rolled in the gutter:… — Truman Capote-Breakfast at Tiffany's Copy Share Image
