“Then I’ve been drunk, too,” admitted Francie. “On beer?” “No. Last spring, in McCarren’s Park, I saw a tulip for the first time in my life.” “How’d you know it was a tulip if you’d never seen one?” “I’d seen pictures. Well, when I looked at it, the way it was growing, and how the leaves were, and how purely red the petals were, with yellow inside, the world turned upside down and everything went around like the colors in a kaleidoscope—like you said.
