another of Madam Korbonski's stories

Crossing 57th Street, she finds herself next to Gary Cooper. (Was he fresh from High Noon?)
She stops and looks up at him, looks up, and she smiles telling the story.
Oh, Gary Cooper! Oh! She laughs happily.
Did they cross the street together?
She acts the pause, the 'oh, my god, I'm standing next to Gary Cooper, waiting with him, furthermore, for a traffic light," as if to look around and wonder about such a day to bring such an event.

I, to this day, wonder his reaction. How could he have resisted smiling to her, in some way, small or large.

JFK she met too. He had a grey suit on, and moved like a panther, she said.

She escaped a DC mugging by running.

So funny with her stories.