Susan knows a lot of rich people. They seem drawn to her because she is classy and dresses well and she understands their predicament, being rich is not always easy. And she has an enfolding tenderness that appeals to those of us who are often misunderstood by the world. We are invited to dinner at the condo of Doug and Barbara, the rich people. We arrive at the house on the boardwalk and it is the same house we stayed in sixteen years ago when Susan and Jim were married on the beach. There had been a horrendous hail storm in Dubuque the August before and everybody was collecting from their insurance companies for hail damage. I had a $400 check in my hand and decided a trip to California was more fun than buying shingles for my roof. Susan loves a pajama party and there were fourteen of us in that house. We roller bladed in the hallways, ate fresh fish and fruit and bought four new bottles of liquor each morning.
|Todd and Susan, BFF|