When Xenia and I came to New York from
Chicago, we arrived in the bus
station with about twenty-five cents.
We were invited to stay for a while
with Peggy Guggenheim and Max Ernst.
Max Ernst had met us in Chicago and
had said, “Whenever you come to New
York, come and stay with us. We
have a big house on the East River.” I
went to the phone booth in the bus station,
put in a nickel, and
dialed. Max Ernst answered. He
didn’t recognize my voice.
Finally he said, “Are you thirsty?” I
said, “Yes.” He said, “Well,
come over tomorrow for cocktails.”
I went back to Xenia and told her
what had happened. She said,
“Call him back. We have
everything to gain and nothing to lose.”
I did. He said, “Oh!
It’s you. We’ve
been waiting for you for weeks.
Your room’s ready. Come right over.”