When Xenia and I came to New York from
Chicago, we arrived in the bus
station with about twenty-five cents.
We were expecting 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.”