One night, returning from a ‘Musica Sacra’ concert at Carnegie Hall, we saw our goalkeeper shoring up against the wall in front of a drunken young lady. Mateo (the doorman) is a small man and needed help badly.
“This is Amy-10E in” Mateo said.
Needless to say, we – my husband and I – immediately paid the porter a bad hand, and every time we went down into the lobby and Amy in her wooden bench in front of the reception. In a moment, Amy sobered a bit by us, could they go now. Since Mateo could not abandon his post, we decided to accompany Amy to her apartment. The rocking motion of the old elevator must sick for a sudden avalanche of undigested soiled her black taffeta cocktail appetizers, deep neckline dress and divine have my sweater and trousers made of white silk with sequins. Even my husband was spotted Armani tux.
The next day, said Amy.
She apologized profusely and I told the same lie know my grandfather loved one had told me when I vomited on her new clothes on Christmas Day when I was five years old: “Marc was a new costume and a tux man is never really right, until it was chemically cleaned again, Amy. My grandfather taught me that and as for me, I’m far too chaotic to spill white pants with a little something to wear on them. red wine this time. Do not worry dear, then this! ”
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