Page 49 - Daphne Hart - 89 and Feeling Fine

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I
never knew that I was pretty, because no one ever
told me so. As parents, you should always let your

children know that they are beautiful. And I never

celebrated a birthday. By this time, I was in my twenties.

Now, the taxi I took to the address—well, the driver and

I got to know each other on the way. He was nice and
good-looking. He asked if he could visit me sometime,

and because I was young and naïve, having just come to
the big city and not knowing where evil lurked, I said

yes—because I needed a friend.

We went out together a few times, but I lived on the
premises. My advice: try to get to know the person as

well as possible before getting too close. I never met any
of his friends. How many other girls he might have

had—who knows?

But he found time and places to meet with me. I was
unhappy because my employer was not paying me as

48