American Girl [antikvár]

Preface I started telling the stories a long time ago because they gave color and shape to someone who, for a while, was invisible to herself. She was a young woman who lived in New York and was married to a young man who looked a lot like Montgomery Clift. But the young woman couldn't locate herself either in New York City or in her marriage. It was only when she talked about the town in which she grew up that she could find her place on the map. Every morning this young woman got out of bed, dressed and walked a few blocks with her husband to a corner where they waited for the Madison Avenue bus. Before she took the elevator to her office (she was a secretary on a fashion magazine) she waited on line in the coffee shop downstairs for a blueberry muffin and black coffee. The muffin stuck to the roof of her mouth and she would never really like coffee, but breakfast at one's desk seemed to her a New York thing. She wanted very much to do the New York thing.