I did pay $1 for the pigeons

.

In they slipped, couple by couple, early that night, into my new house in the city. I didn't see them arriving though, the place 

was just too big, and I was in the middle of advising artist Chris H. to adopt the pseudonym Christopher, Chris for short, to 

conceal his identity.

In they came, dressed in their finest, pearls and black tie, grey hairs abound. Too much, too much, I thought, having left 

Chris to sort out his new details with my mum, and me facing the waft of perfume down the stairs… Eject them I must, so I 

did.

Out they disappeared, but, later on, walking down a dark city street, I noticed some of the very same elders amongst the 

festive crowd disappearing into a building a few block away. Surely my duty is to prevent these evil party goers invading 

another poor fellow's house, so in I went and started dispersing the revellers to the street.

Said one of the ladies being escorted to the door, trying to defend herself:

"I did pay $1 for the pigeons."

Pierre Bonnard, Red Hats, 1884