Big Otto was her new beau, a photographer from Stockholm. I told Mary that I thought Otto was a peach but the love seat, which was covered with a chartreuse and black, fifties, geometric pattern, was very Eisenhower. I sit down on the love seat and take a sip of coffee. Mary comes and sits besides me. He's coming to visit in ten days.
Poor bloke needs a change of pace.
His girl Dorrit is screwing his boss. Nik's acting like a lovesick fool, chasing after her and all of that. I wish he'd meet a nice American girl while he's here. I knew immediately what she was getting at. I'm all for improving Anglo-American relations.