I feel strafed. Almost everything that could have gone wrong, did. Petey woke up from his nap with a fever. He spent most of the evening in my arms, sweaty and irritable, while I labored to reach around him with my fork. But none of this compared to the agony of having Diana in my dining room for three and a half hours.
Every conversation is strictly one-way.
She can talk about herself ad nauseum but has zero interest in other people, except to the extent that they have something to offer if you can get her Donna Karan wholesale, she's your best friend. Worse than her self-absorption is her sadism. I felt the adrenaline streak through me. Roger looked up quizzically, mid-bite. You know, your friend.