Vice-Boss

Come in to the office to see the vice-boss standing in front of the Contessa's desk don't know Whether to Cry or to Scream. Would very much prefer that she do neither and think about leaving the office, immediatly, never to return, but curiosity, unfortunately, gets the better of me. Vice-boss is very upset that event which is to take place in last week of January has not been listed in the New Yorker. See that the Contessa is also on the verge of screaming or murder (not tears.) Explains icily that the the event will be listed in the next issue. Did the Vice Boss Look at the Date on the Cover? The vice-boss says O. Goes into office and closes door. Hear alarming shrieks, which turn out to be laughter. Tell me, the Contessa says, is Dave's mother better or worse than the Vice-Boss? Say, Well, I don't want to say anything mean. The Contessa shakes her head and makes tsk tsk sound. Says, That bad? What did she do? Tell the Contessa that she picked us up in enormous black mercedes . Gave hugs all around. Smelled of Vodka, said, Who wants a drink? Wasn't feeling one hundred percent from plane, but didn't want to be Rude, so said, Me. Dave says, Mom, give me the keys. There was a bit of a scene ending with Dave's mother in tears in the back seat. On highway passed car that has decal on back window displaying Confederate flag and slogan, Yankee Be Gone. Thought it was very strange syntax and wondered if self would be considered Yankee. Think of Yankees as from northeast and those who have cold houses and thin sheets and toweld. Had long train of thought wondereing whether Yankees and Wasps the same thing or no. When we got back to the house the tears were dried and the makeup fixed. The housekeeper mixed us a pitcher of Martinis which we drank very quickly. Rest of visit spent in alcoholic haze punctuated by fits of crying and loud disagreements about Politics. In one arguement, Dave's mother maintained that it was her understanding that the Mexicans moving in Like to have very large families. She wonders why.