Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Brian Williams knots up another striped tie, this one a smooth silk of bootblack and white. It was dreadful, having to attend these Command Performances simply because his wife was a Somebody. Not one of his friends owned a tux. Just him. This cocktail party was going to be hell, and he knew it the minute the butler opened the door. The whole house was a sea of white. White floors, white drapes, white furniture. They even had a white dog, a yappy little thing with a rhinestone collar. Wait--check that. These people had a lot of money. A lot. Fido's collar was probably diamonds.
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