November 28th, 1990
At home, England
My bum is numb from so much time on the phone today!
Millie – How was Thanksgiving with Mr. LA?
It didn’t happen.
Apparently, he’s gay.
She started to laugh, then promptly stopped. You’re kidding, right?
I’m not kidding, Millie. He met someone else. A guy.
He can’t be gay. You slept with him!
Annabel – Miss McGarr! I just wanted to ring and see how you are.
Thanks Annabel, that’s sweet of you.
Are you ok?
I will be.
I’m so sorry. Such a dreadful shock. I shall never forget how sad you looked.
I’m so glad you were there, thank you for everything.
Oh gosh, it was nothing. Listen, don’t forget Christmas Eve. I’m lining up a bevy of beauties for you to choose from!
Lorna – Hiya honey, so, how was it?
It was terrible and that’s putting it mildly.
Och, dull family, I had a feeling.
Actually, I didn’t get to meet them.
David and I split up.
You better be bloody kidding!
Sadly, I’m not.
He met somebody else.
Who is it?
A guy. He’s seeing a guy.
First time for everything.
Frankie – Hello darling, are you still stuffed, if you know what I mean, bwahhahaha!
Not at all. Thanksgiving didn’t happen.
Oh no, the aircraft went tech?
No, the boyfriend met someone else and dumped me.
Crumbs. I wonder who she is?
He. It’s a he.
Yes, I slept with him.