Reminiscing…
There was a sudden scurrying and commotion as a Douglasy sort of noise came from upstairs, followed by the arrival downstairs of Douglas’s stepmother. “He says there aren’t any towels in the bathroom and he’s in the bath. Where are the towels?” she asked, and Douglas’s assistant went off with her to locate the linen closet and find Douglas a towel.
I thought, of course. You have to be the kind of person who doesn’t know where his towel is to notice that the people who do are the truly cool people. And I was glad Douglas didn’t.
