And the girl whose name I didn’t know sat quietly there, occasionally sipping her orange juice, owning herself completely. He held her much too close as they went round the floor the first time, and then suddenly there she was, going back to sit with her sister, and he was left, stranded and lost among the dancers, not knowing what had happened or why. An American had bought a ticket and asked her for a dance: he was a little drunk-not harmfully, and I suppose he was new to the country and thought the hostesses of the Grand Monde were whores. Suddenly I saw myself as he saw me, a man of middle age, with eyes a little bloodshot, beginning to put on weight, ungraceful in love, less noisy than Granger perhaps but more cynical, less innocent, and I saw Phuong for a moment as I had seen her first, dancing past my table at the Grand Monde in a white ball-dress, eighteen years old, watched by an elder sister who had been determined on a good European marriage. “Home?” I said and laughed, and Pyle looked at me as though I were another Granger. The Quiet Americans: Four CIA Spies at the Dawn of the Cold War-a Tragedy in Three Acts Kindle Edition by Scott Anderson (Author) Format: Kindle Edition 1,374 ratings Editors' pick Best History See all formats and editions Kindle 9.99 Read with Our Free App Audiobook 0.00 Free with your Audible trial Great on Kindle Great Experience.
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