Breakfast at Tiffany’s

CHAPTER TWELVE

Where is Holly Now?

TOMATO’S GIRL IS MISSING andAnd - та BEAUTIFUL ACTRESSActress - актриса: KILLED BY DRUGS GANG? Those were the stories in the newspapers during the next few weeks. Later, they reported: TOMATO’S GIRL SEEN IN RIO.

The AmericanAmerican - американець police didn’t try to bring her back, andAnd - та soon Holly’s name disappeared from the newspapers. I saw it only once in a report on Christmas Day, when Sally Tomato died in Sing Sing. He was anAn - невизначений артикль old man with a sick heart andAnd - та he died in his bed.

The winter months passed slowly. I didn’t hear anythingAnything - що from Holly. The owner of the apartmentApartment - апартаменти, квартира building sold her things – the bed with the shiny white cover, her pictures, her chairs. She loved those chairs.

A new tenant moved into the apartmentApartment - апартаменти, квартира. His name was Quaintance Smith andAnd - та he had a lot of male visitors. He was asAs - як noisy asAs - як Holly. I often heard loud music, andAnd - та voices, andAnd - та men shouting. But this time Mrs. Spanella didn’t say anythingAnything - що.

“He’s a nice young man,” she said to me. “I like him.”

She alwaysAlways - завжди smiled when she saw him. She even gave him something for his eye each time one of his “friends” hit him.

But in the spring I received a card. The message was written in pencil andAnd - та signed with a lipstick kiss.

Brazil was terrible, but Buenos Aires is wonderful. It’s not Tiffany’s, but almostAlmost - майже asAs - як good. I’m spending allAll - всі, увесь, все, весь, цілий, ко... my time with a handsome Spanish man. Do I love him?

I think so. I’m looking for a place to live. (The Spanish man has a wife andAnd - та seven children.) I’ll send my addressAddress - адреса, звернення; адре­сув... when I have one. Then she wrote in French:

Much love.

She never sent the addressAddress - адреса, звернення; адре­сув.... Maybe she never had one. I was sad because I wanted to write to her. I had a lot to tell her. I sold two stories. The Trawlers were divorcing andAnd - та fighting about money. I was moving out of the brown stone apartmentApartment - апартаменти, квартира building because it was full of memories of Holly.

But most important, I had news about the cat.

I kept my promise andAnd - та I found him. For weeks afterAfter - після, потім, після того як, п... work I walked through the streets of Spanish Harlem. Many times, I saw a red cat with yellow eyes – but it wasn’t him. He was gone, lost in New York.

But one day, one cold Sunday afternoonAfternoon - пообідній час when the winter sun was shining, I found him.

He was sitting in the window of a house. The paint aroundAround - навколо, приблизно, біля, по... the window was new. The room looked warm andAnd - та comfortable. There were plants in pots on each side of him.

He had a name. I was sure that he had a name now. He was in a place where he belonged.

I hope Holly has found a place where she belongs, too.

THE END