Meanwhile I called up my ex’s new girlfriend Gloria. We met for cocktails and talked, and while we were together, I called Tom and said, “Guess who I’m here with.”
Gloria, on her third margarita, hissed into the phone, “Honey, your old girlfriend tells me you dumped her after FIVE years with no explanation.” Tom was furious.
Moments later, Henry called to invite me to dinner and a simulcast of La Bohème. “I adore that opera,” Gloria purred, her eyes moist.