Well, Joanne, we're off. I tried you at the office, and they said you're stage managing or something. Remind her that those unwed mothers in Harlem need her legal help, too. Call Daisy for our itinerary, or Alfred at Pound Ridge, or Eileen at the State Department in a pinch. We'll be at the spa for New Year's, unless the Senator changes his mind. The hearings? Oh, yes, kitten. Mommy's confirmation hearings begin on the 10th. We'll need you alone by the 6th. Harold! You hear that? It's three weeks away, and she's already nervous. I am not. For mommy's sake, kitten, no Doc Martens this time. And wear a dress. Oh, and kitten, have a Mary. And a bra!
