Well, last night yet again, was a country club event, where I had the pleasure of running into the neighborhood busy body, but one everybody knows drinks on the quiet. Ulele Griswald was on hand, with her hands gloved and her cape flying, and her lips flapping, telling Claire Pits-Seymour and Phoebe Bixler how applaud she was seeing my red lights yet again this year, and the coming and going of the men. I told her, perhaps her squeaky wheel got more oil, she'd be in a better mood. But the whispers continued into the night before the Mistress had enough gin, and was caught on film.
Don’t think I don’t know who’s been spreading gossip about me. After all the nice things I’ve said about that hag. When I get hold of her, I’ll tear out every hair of her mustache!