My neighbor in 7C stopped me in the lobby to say, “So who is he?”
“Excuse me?” I couldn’t imagine who or what she was talking about. She’s a woman I helped once and hardly know, but thinks we’re pals.
Apparently someone mentioned I come in each morning with two Starbucks cups. Hmm, wonder who that could be. I thought doormen were supposed to be discreet. I do carry two cups when I come home, one is coffee I’m still drinking, the other a refill I’ll heat up after I run.
“So who is he. You must have just met him.”
Not feeling the need to explain, I used a trick of Camille’s that always works like a charm. I answered a question with a question.
“Is that a new blazer? I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”
She immediately began admiring herself. “I just got it at Bendels, on sale.”
“Wow,” I said, “it looks great,” as the elevator doors opened, disappearing, before she could say another word…ho hum