We took Henrietta, The Queen Mother, out last night til something like four in the morning (I haven't transferred those pics yet). Then we got got up to have breakfast at Joe's Stone Crabs as it was the last day before they close for the summer.
We dined with Mrs. Stuyvesant-Fish, and she was a bawdy as ever; that woman has no shame. She didn't even remember coming into the bungalow and flashing her tits to us and everyone else in the room. Poor thing. Still, we are stuck with each other, for neither one of us could say we ruled this pitiful town without each other. She doesn't really trust me, though; she has positioned a cannon outside her seaside mansion to worn me off. Poor thing; I am so harmless.