Charity starts at Home
Here’s the high penthouse and here is Robin again. Remember Robin from the War of the Rose Lipstick Fight? She was the one who hates fake. She hates it. Hates fake. I hate fake too, except in eyelashes and Fendi baguettes.
And then. . .here comes George. Is he dropping off checks or is he asking me to dinner?
George should not have come, but he did, then he left. It wasn’t the right place for apologies. The cameras didn’t catch it but he was rattled. Heather and I noticed it. For all his bluster he is uninitiated in the ways of Housewife Warfare. He seemed confused. I got him a glass of water then I walked him out and used Sonja’s hug therapy to calm him. Then I drank a fifth of Petron.
I don’t often get called to do it, but I can escort an elderly man from an awkward charity scene with some dignity. I didn’t just fall off the potato truck either.
I’ll see you later, I’m going to rehab for the week. And I’m talking.