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 Recently Added The Giveaway The Friend Aga, Part II Aga This is Not My Tribe Four (Very Pretty) Women Playing Golf Team Spirit Haley’s Deb Party Ski Sweaters Day with Emily |
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THE GIVE AWAY I have a gorgeous friend Sally-Ann, who lives in Sun Valley and who by her own admission is an aging warrior. She was an Olympic athlete and has pictures and medals all over to prove it. When young fans refer to her as an institution and a legend, she smiles and says she never could live up to her own press. Her goddaughter complemented Sally-Ann perfectly when she said that all the illusions in her life were gone, thanks to her Harvard education, save for one: there is such a thing as a fairy godmother. I love to have Sally-Ann visit me. Coming home to her in the apartment is like coming home to a lighted Christmas tree in my front hall – all aglow and shiny. All of this build-up is to explain how awful I felt when I gave her away, albeit, unwittingly. She had told her awful new boyfriend she was coming to New York City to visit me. She failed however to include me in this rather important piece of information so I called her on November 21st to wish her Happy Birthday. When I asked to speak with her, her awful boyfriend responded, "She’s with you." My terrified reply, "I knew that. I just wanted to see if you knew that," did not fool him. The only worse "give away" was in a play I saw where the husband asked his wife how she enjoyed her time in Ireland and she told him it was absolutely lovely. He asked if she’d had any problems getting in and out of the U.S. She told him – no, it had gone perfectly. He then quietly opened the desk drawer and held out her passport. Wrong response. By Tina |
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