SShe was a pretty girl, even with her mouth full of food. Her hair was dark, and her eyes dark, too: she looked like a black and white photograph, even in full color and in real life. She was in New York without friends, without money, without even a name, since she had changed hers so frequently that the real one had fallen into disuse. Trained as an actress, she liked to make up new names as she went along, based on words in the air at the moment. Once, surprised in a supermarket, she had become Hedda Lettuce; another time she had been Greta Minneapolis, after a folding map.