from the boyfriend of
the art intruder. It was
behavior we normally
don’t tolerate. I told
Roger that our glamping
trip was canceled. He
didn’t immediately cry,
but I baked him a cob
bler for solace. It’s so
difficult not to compl
etely smother yourself
within the arts when
there’s nothing else to
do. Don called, then
brought over a bottle
of expensive champagne.
