A Tidbit from Breakfast at Tiffany's

Eyeing the goodies at Fauchon in Paris circa 2004

‘Bless you darling Fred. Please forgive the other night. You were an angel about the whole thing. Mille tendresse - Holly. P.S. I won’t bother you again.’

I replied, ‘Please do’, and left this note at her door with what I could afford, a bunch of street vendor violets. But apparently she’d meant what she said; I neither saw nor heard from her, and I gathered she’d gone so far as to obtain a downstairs key. At any rate, she no longer rang my bell. I missed that; and as the days merged I began to feel toward her certain far-fetched resentments, as if I were being neglected by my closest friend. A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.
— An excerpt from "Breakfast at Tiffany's" by Truman Capote