Run in

Have lunch with the Contessa at diner today. Am not at all hungry because of heat, so order only glass of ice water and navy bean soup--the Contessa says she's not hungry either, so she gets a milkshake and a side of fries--try to tell her that that combo will lead to a sugar and fat rush and subsequent crash, which causes her to give me a murderous look and then to shove fistful of fries into her mouth all at once. I, she tells me in unhinged voice, am very upset about running into the New Man on the train this morning. Apologize and ask what happened. Nothing, she says, except that she met his new fiancee. !!? Yes, she says, and then I spit on them. Don't believe that for a second and she is then forced to admit that she wished she'd spat on them. Conversation takes strange turn and we discuss what would have happened if she had. Very dramatic and exciting scene is conjured up and at end of conversation the Contessa says the strange thing is that she isn't really that upset. Ask, not at all? Not at all, she firmly replies.