Late Spring Storm

Emerge from the subway just as storm reaches its apex. Umbrella becomes squirrely and very unhelpfully turns itself inside out. Probably would not have done much good anyway as rain coming sideways and raincoat only reaches to waist. Arrive at office very wet, hair in eyes, pants sodden. Libby says, You look like a Drowned Rat. Do not care at all for characterization, no matter how accurate, and say icily, A simple Good Morning would be Fine Libby. Continue magestically on to office. Shut door and call the Contessa. In heated and excited tones tell her how I did not bow before Libby's unpleasant manner and that I think that from now on she will very likely change her tune. In the retelling am afraid that give the impression that wasn't merely snippy, but actually gave a long speech approximately the length and quality of the I Have a Dream Speech. The Contessa very kindly doesn't not contradict anything and only murmurs, good for you and About Time. Hear a knock on door. Tell the Contessa that I will call her back -- it seems that miss Libby has decided to apologize. Libby comes in and she does apologize. Feel very proud of self. Pride withers a bit as Libby continues, She knows it isn't an excuse, but she just got the news yesterday that her cat has a tumor on her pelvis. Cat, name of Vivian, has to be put to sleep. Volunteer to look at pictures of Vivian.