Someone in our small, little society made a big mistake last night when they made a remark about my boyfriend. We all have our little secrets, but they are never mentioned over a dinner table (or a bar). Accordingly, proper society is rearranging their afternoons to demonstrate to this service person that these things just don't go unnoticed. I am warmed by the unanimous support we have received; I really hope, now, that he does have a Green Card.