Wanda

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Wanda came to meet Mr. White in his broken-down real estate agency in Greenwich Village right out of college.

It was a fluke. She needed an apartment before she could go job hunting and the sign over Mr. White's office down in the basement of his building on Christopher Street had that kind of romantic enchantment that tugged at the young girl's heart.

Even before she took the cluttered stone steps down to Mr. White's door, she felt a kind of mood passing over her like a fog, which had something magical in it, but which she could not identify.

It was as if her heart had something even greater to sing about than the fact that she'd graduated at the head of her class and that she looked years younger than her age.

Wanda's eyes were lavender. She had long dark hair and perfectly white, silky skin. She had a long nose, but not all that long, sweet full lips, and a chin with a tiny birth mark on it, which she usually covered up with makeup.

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