“Oh, I’m dying to see her. Who does she look like now?”
Eloise struck a light. “Akim Tamiroff.”
“No, seriously.”
“Lew. She looks like Lew. When his mother comes over, the three of them look like triplets.” Without sitting up, Eloise reached for a stack of ashtrays on the far side of the cigarette table. She successfully lifted off the top one and set it down on her stomach.
“What I need is a cocker spaniel or something,” she said. “Somebody that looks like me.”
