March 29--Edouard Manet, Madame Manet at Bellevue. It was such a relief to sit in the green reflection of leaves. The spring breeze tickled the leaves and made them whisper and squirm. Suzanne's fingers strayed to the buttons at her throat. She was temped to unbutton one, two, three of them to invite the weak sunshine to touch her winter skin. Propriety kept her hands in her lap. She watched a pair of girls, bareheaded and with their blouses unbuttoned in wide Vs, walk arm-in-arm with their heads together in close conversation. She sat alone, knees and ankles tight together, envious of their freedom, feeling her limbs twitch to relax.
Okay, I confess that I didn't write that last night, I just dashed it off this morning. I didn't think I was ready to go to bed when Durwood did so I promptly took a 1 1/2 hour couch nap and then went to bed at midnight, too late to write. Crazy. Enjoy your day. I recommend that you play hooky if you have to be at work, at least for part of the day, it'll be too nice to miss. I'm outta here.