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THE
BLIND ITEM —
Coast-to-Coast: Sand in their shoes.
She? A famous beauty, famous
for her flashing smile seen a million times in every drugstore, supermarket,
and department store across the world, not to mention the magazines
from Vogue to SI, all of which made her independently
wealthy.
He? Not so famous, and maybe not such a beauty (which lies, after
all, in the eyes of the beholder), and his tresses, if you ever could
have called them that have all but disappeared. But charming? And
fun-loving? That he is. And rich? Rich, rich rich. And older, somewhat – although
not that much. Oh, and married. Married married married.
The flames of this romance were said to have been ignited upon sands
not in the tropics, but on a well-known island just north of here,
last summer when she was visiting friends and he was visiting aboard
his spanking new yacht. I don’t know if it happened on the
Fourth of July but there were fireworks back at the hacienda, nevertheless.
And, this is not the first time, as their legions of friends know. And wife
has been famously stoic throughout all, exhibiting only patience
(fortitude), as she was well-brought up to do.
However, this time she is said to be up-top-here with it,
and has taken up residence in Hadditsville, which as you know is
that big town just one over from the metropolis of Splitsville.
So she threw her cards down on the well-appointed matrimonial table.
A divorce there could be. All he had to do was cough up $40 mill,
hand over the houses (there are several), and the keys to the private
jet. Oh, and he could keep the yacht. For all those future trips
to desert isles.
Whaaa, the jet?? Rich or no, it wasn’t
his kind of arithmetic. Those yachts use a lotta gas
after all. So we’re back at Whatsnext (a suburb
of Hadditsville). Stay tuned. |
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