My heart is broken.

Jillian was a singular extraordinary presence in this weary world..She was a fantastic, magical creature.

When I moved to New York I was searching for a place to live, using the only way I could think of back then, the Equity bulletin board.  There was a small notice for an apartment in the west village, 51 West 11th,  It asked that an interested person call to set up an "interview".  I did that.  I must have met Jillian at the apartment.There she was; model thin with cheek bones that scraped the ceiling, she spoke with an impossible to determine, not an accent really, but a type of elocution that was wholly unique.  Jillian said she had an overwhelming number of potential renters for her (yes) completely illegal sublet of a rent controlled apartment.We must have talked about where I came from, what I planned to do ( ah yes, fame, just an audition away!) and, I suppose, how I was going to pay the rent.  Though I really don't think she dwelled on that very much. This began my relationship with her and eventually you too, John. .I admired her spunk and moxie and resourcefulness.  
That I knew her at all was a fluke and what a world it was with her in it.

Dearest John, Terry and I are thinking of you now.  I don't have a phone number for you, but I do know the number for Jillian's old apartment on west 11th. it was:212-691-6034.

Love always to you.

Helena