And a little more about me: (again, paraphrasing)

I’m one of those unfathomable women in his stories now. Part Mary, Queen of Scots (doomed, and not worth listening to), part Salome (stone-cold terrifying and dragging our platters with us wherever we go, dripping with blood).

OK OK! I’m getting away with myself.

I don’t call him a bum. I try to just say what went down. As honestly–as factually–as possible. No editorializing. I almost never succeed.