I introduce myself, ask how long they will be staying with us and how they like the cake. We exchange witty banter. There’s a laugh track.
Just then the Darrells come in with a load of firewood.
Stephanie returns from an exhausting afternoon at the mall – lots of Christmas gifts to buy and fashion citations to issue.
It’s getting late so I arrange turn-down service and then go to bed myself.
The last thing I remember is waking up next to Suzanne Pleshette.