As I previously mentioned, I had no help in dealing with Countess Bedelia. Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish escaped to Las Vegas and Baroness Seitzinger just did a classic and boarded herself inside her tower.
Wherever she went, Countess Bedelia attracted young boys. For six days she monopolized the young flocks of boys visiting for Winter Party Week. It was appalling.
I tried my best to keep up with Bedelia, but came in as a lame second as usual. Trying, though, was fun.
And, in a classic case of what came first: The chicken or the egg, I constantly wonder what is it about Papi underwear that drives people crazy. Is it the underwear itself, or what's in it? If it is what's in it, then remind yourself that this is what I have to deal with every day. Don't tell me I don't know what Vietman is like (my favorite John Waters line).