April 19, 2003
Drinks on the porch at sunset is so civilized, even if I don't have a view of the Nile. An impromptu dinner with West has us laughing about peepresearch.org, among other things, but the absence of the third musketeer is glaring to me. I have to talk to Helene soon, real time, not just email. Spil is completely AWOL at this point, she's apparently not communicating with me anymore. At least it isn't completely personal, she's also ceased talking to the other Significant Party here in Gotham. It is all quite puzzling and yet we avoid the subject at dinner.