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A Return To Riches
Paris in a Bottle
It came in a little blue bottle with a silver stopper, with the name in script across the label: Evening in Paris. A very sweet perfume, overpowering and pungent, too much so for a grown woman to use, but when I was 12, I thought it was about right for a girl to wear. I had a paper route then, and in the back alley behind the newspaper building we read certain passages aloud over and over about a girl named Betty in Peyton Place while we waited for our papers. The newspaper presses were loud and rackety, and Betty did things with boys we'd not known about before, and while we read, one of the boys showed us a bottle of Evening in Paris that he'd found or stolen, and we took turns smelling it. Then in the winter I asked a girl named Lynn to go to a dance at Roosevelt gymnasium with me. She was a popular girl with soft, curly hair, and she was lively and talkative and had her own clever way with words. In the days before the dance my sister taught me how to do a ...