What I (Really) Did on My New Year’s Vacation
Paul curtsied as Gloria entered her private quarters. He was, of course, standing ready and awaiting her return . . . as a lady’s maid should. “Fetch me a Campari and Soda, Pauline,” ordered Gloria crisply. “Yes, Ma’am . . . at once,” said Paul. This was his new form of address to his mistress. […]