LOOKING for the Woman Who Wrote This Letter.....

Reader! You Pinnacle of Wit!

Help Me Out! 

This weekend at dinner, a friend asks if I have a “favorite” letter or a letter that I “never forget.”

"Pimm’s Cup!” I reply.

My friend, who happens to be wearing an incredibly fabulous pair of white, wide-legged canvas pants embroidered from ankles to knees with cactus flowers, picks up her wine glass, and, raising both eyebrows at me in anticipation, she says:

“Pimm’s Cup?”

“Yes! A young and happily married investment banker is on her way to England on business,” I say. “She meets an ‘oil man’ in a private airport lounge. They discover they’re both headed to London. Two days later she and her colleagues are drinking Pimm’s Cups celebrating the business deal she helped close, she calls the guy, boffs his brains out and explodes her life.”

Reader!

I feel violently affectionate about many letters sent to the Ask E. Jean column, but this one? I’ve thought about it only about eight or nine hundred times and nearly ground what’s left of my teeth dow…