Goodbye, Salvatore's Garden Place Hotel, with your glut and excess. Millie feels the lack of your Great Glass Elevator with mysterious residents most keenly. (Every Sunday after church, John would drive the long way home from Sheridan Drive in order to delight her with a glimpse.)
The inhabitants of that elevator frighten me, and I often wonder at the mind of Mr. Salvatore. What drives that man??
ReplyDeleteWhat's in the mind of that man? Untold marble-esque statues of unclothed Greeks...Antique cars wrapped in red bows...Fashion-conscious mannequins... (I guess what I mean to say is that I haven't the least idea. I doubt he even knows the reasons behind his inexplicable sense of design.)
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