NOVEMBER, 2010
"Well, you already knew it wouldn't fit, why did you buy it?"
"Casmir please, stop sounding cheap," she'd replied condescendingly.
"It's a whooping eight hundred dollar dress."
"It's a Vera Wang."
"You aren't even going to give it out," he'd accused.
"Which is why I bought it, so that snotty nosed daughter of Minister Ojo wouldn't have it."
"That's down right petty, Evy."
"Evelyn. And you are getting on my nerves," she'd said mildly, her anger controlled, as though raising her voice in her huge, empty, except for them, bedroom, would somehow reduce her status in high class society.
Impatiently, he'd said, "God damn it, Evelyn, sometimes, I don't get you."
"That's because you think small."
"I'm a business man, I detest waste," he'd snapped
