The Strange Neighbor, Again

My sister rang me up last night. "She's at it again," du Barry exclaimed (see the previous post about The Neighbor), "She's wearing nothing but a pair of Ralph Lauren briefs (how did she know that) and a blonde wig and just dragged the girl living next door in to dance." My heart was aflutter. I told her that I was coming over to see if I could be invited. My sister said, "Oh, you do that, and I'll have you disinherited." What a snob.