“If we pause a few seconds in our journey, we begin setting down roots, tendrils that entangle other people as we ourselves are entangled.Don Martin and Jimmy Truitt of the Lester Horton Dance School had been especially kind to me. When I took classes with them, they were careful not to let me appear ungainly, although I was fifteen years older than the other students. They deserved the courtesy of a farewell.I was indebted to the Tee Oh Bee people as well as to Seymour Lazar, a Hollywood lawyer... who had been generous with his advice and who gave me a nearly new car when mine refused to run another mile.M. J. Hewitt had returned copper-colored from her South American trip and was full of stories I longed to hear. My friend Ketty Lester, a nightclub entertainer who sang as if she had a wind chime in her mouth, had to receive a good-bye.I asked the help of Frances, Nichelle and Beah, and together we gave me a going-away party that spilled out of my house into Beah’s, then into the big backyard where ripe figs from a huge tree made walking messy.I looked at Los Angeles anew and saw the fun I was having.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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