KiKi visited me at The Astor Rehabilitation Center and his sardonic humor was in evidence by the gift of rum cake he brought. He suggested I leave and seek a quieter spot to "rest", a cute little hotel in Purgatory, otherwise known as Mid Beach.
He handed me this invitation and suggested I could lend my talents judging the doggie drag contest. "Am I to become the Paula Abdul of the pampered pooch set?" "Do you want to be set upon by villagers with torches and pitchforks?" Alas, without Jeremy all order has disappeared.

"Well, I guess there are worse fates," I sighed. "Yes, being bayonetted in a basement is one," he quipped "Being married to Prince Phillip, another." We looked at each other and laughed.