A sad day for all. We all attended the farewell dinner for my dear sister, du Barry. Of course, she gave it herself, cooked it herself, and was the light of the table; so like her. Back to Newport she goes for another summer of event planning and cool weather; we'll be baking in the sun (but loving it, actually; there's even less clothing worn here in summer.) Gone will be the long dinners with astounding gossip, real silver, damask napkins, and fine china. We will all be left abandoned to my grill. I will try not to disappoint du Barry until she returns in October. Bye, bye, Countess.