a friend in Paris and said, "This morning I saw Mother Eve with her first-born. A Mother Eve in an embroidered kimono and with a gorgeous N'York accent. Still, nevertheless Mother Eve, thick-skulled, childish, and more than a little wild. Watch the poetry magazines for proof that I saw her. . . ."
When Eddie came, he kissed Dot and asked, "How's the kid today?"
Dot shrugged. "All right, I guess. Haven't noticed anything unusual. Why?"
