Life At the Dakota
“There was great speculation about her actual age. In 1966 she said she was ninety-four, but some said she was really a hundred and three. Probably at that point even Miss Leo did not know for sure. No one knew much else about Miss Leo, for that matter. Where had she come from? What had brought her to the Dakota? What did she live on? All anyone knew was that she lived in one of the largest apartments in the building, seventeen rooms on the ground floor, and had lived there longer than most Dako...tans could remember.
One seldom saw Miss Leo. She hardly ever went out, and never had anyone in to her apartment. But when she did appear, her appearance was memorable—a tiny, shriveled woman with dyed red hair, more rouge and paint and eyeshadow than it seemed her little face could hold, wearing picture hats, turn-of-the-century chiffon dresses whose hems trailed on the floor, bedecked with rings, bracelets, necklaces and brooches; she caught the eye.
Freddie Victoria spotted Miss Leo one blizzardy night.MoreLess
One seldom saw Miss Leo. She hardly ever went out, and never had anyone in to her apartment. But when she did appear, her appearance was memorable—a tiny, shriveled woman with dyed red hair, more rouge and paint and eyeshadow than it seemed her little face could hold, wearing picture hats, turn-of-the-century chiffon dresses whose hems trailed on the floor, bedecked with rings, bracelets, necklaces and brooches; she caught the eye.
Freddie Victoria spotted Miss Leo one blizzardy night.MoreLess
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