“This malarkey’s not for me,” she said, or would have said, if she were English.
But a few weeks later, amongst wild zinnias and candlelight, on a warm summer’s evening, Alicia hosted a gigantic Get Together. It was like the first day of the Harrods sale. Women were going bonkers over Siren Scarves and Carmen Clutches.
I was utterly hopeless, drank too many Moscow Mules, and dithered around not helping in the least.
As Alicia introduced her old school friend, Julie Bowen, Domino stood stock still, wondering how on earth the mum from Modern Family had climbed out of the TV set and into the party.