I just loved her in that dress, she said, referring to the little black number that Audrey Hepburn wore in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. She seemed so sure of herself as she sat there on my bed, wrapped in my comforter, explaining why she began calling herself Chanel.

I never did find out her real name, for she hurled herself from my veranda shortly after the conversation in question, leaving my comforter piled on the floor and her earrings on my headboard.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her that it was a Givenchy dress.