Andy Warhol Basket of Flowers

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SORRY?
‘What is your name?’
The stranger stared at her for a moment, and then looked around wildly.
‘Come on,’ said Miss Flitworth.’l ain’t employing no-one without no name.
Mr . . . ?’
The figure stared upwards.
MR SKY?
‘No-one’s called Mr Sky.’
MR . . . DOOR?
She nodded.
‘Could be. Could be Mr Door. There was a chap called Doors I knew once. Yeah. Mr Door. And your first name? Don’t tell me you haven’t got one of those, too. You’ve got to be a Bill or a Tom or a Bruce or one of those names.’
YES.
‘What?’
ONE OFtruth. More than half, really.’ She squinted at the figure. Somehow it was very hard to be certain what Bill Door looked like, or even remember THOSE.‘Which one?’ ER. THE FIRST ONE?‘You’re a Bill?’YES?Miss Flitworth rolled her eyes.‘All right, Bill Sky . . .’ she said.DOOR.‘Yeah. Sorry. All right, Bill Door . . .’CALL ME BILL.‘And you can call me Miss Flitworth. I expect you want some dinner?’I WOULD? AH. YES. THE MEAL OF THE EVENING. YES.‘You look half starved, to tell the