“Picking up where we left off: I've decided that my crush on the mayor's wife has something to do with the mayor's being an Ivy Leaguer. My attraction to her is, gulp, rooted in the way her gruff composure silently upbraids his foppish kewpie-dollness. Another loose end: I think the frenzied dreams about mannequin-luvin' are based on anxiety about needing new clothes, instead of the myriad less rep”
