Opal was hurrying me off. On my way out the door I asked her what she thought of the song, what she thought of coming to New York now, and she said, “I liked it fine, but I was wearing shorts. Not a dress.” I laughed and told her I was taking poetic license. And do you know what she said to me then, the clever girl? She said, “You tell your boss to take some poetic license with that contract, and maybe I’ll think about it.”
