The Private Life of Greta Garbo (1931)

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CHAPTER XI Garbo now seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her home. “Never will I be without a place of my own,” she often said. She liked nothing better than to bring her friends home to dinner. It never bothered her if there was little on hand to eat. Whatever she was to have was good enough for them. For days she would be very gay. Then suddenly she would refuse to see even these close friends of hers. “We often called at her house unexpectedly, just as she called on us,” said John Loder. “But we didn’t always find that her door opened to us. Every so often she would not be at home. Then there would follow days when none of us would hear from her. We couldn’t get her on the telephone. No one could find out whether she 167