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The Contessa turns to look at me with narrowed eyes. She asks, Are you still keeping that blog? Yes I am. Even though you aren't thirty anymore? Get up out of chair. Say, with quiet dignity, at least I am still a secretary. Walk down hall to get water. Come back with water. Ask her if she thinks I should stop. Stop what? she asks. Stop writing the blog. Oh that, she says, she doesn't care, she was just wondering. Feel uneasy for rest of day.