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September 2, 2008
Continued from 9/1

When the newly-widowed offered the contents of their husband’s closets to Theodore, he refused, often lashing out in a barrage of curse words. The women were charmed, however, that he peppered his language with the niceties to which they were accustomed.

“Ages ago, I offered him two drawersful of silk ascots. He told me to please eff off,” Kiki Waterford of Park Avenue remembered over Sachertorte at Payard.

“He rejected a dozen pairs of cashmere socks,” Binny Trumble recalled, eying Ms. Waterford’s Sachertorte. “He asked me if I would kindly suck his something or other.”

Continued 9/22