texts: You poor, poor boy. </s> <s> Yes - all the money in the world - but what good is it?  Mint sauce or cranberries? </s> <s> How can you think about food at a time like this? </s> <s> What else is there for me?  </s> <s> Is it that hopeless?
labels: My family did everything they could - hired the most beautiful French upstairs maids - got a special tutor to read me all the books that were banned in Boston - imported a whole troupe of Balinese dancers with bells on their ankles and those long fingernails - what a waste of money!