1928

To Kenny, who is seated to my left, I whisper, "How much should I tell them?" "Never mind.  I'll handle it."  To Carey and Tommy he says, "I entrusted my journal to Chris many years ago, during a lengthy absence, and with my full permission he has shared the contents with Carl, and, who is that black fellow, the priest?" "Ex-priest", says Carl. "You mean Francois." "Why is he an es-priest, he is so young.." "He will tell you soon enough", say I.  "If you're good", prompts Carl." "But when I'm bad", says Kenny in the purest Mae West purr I have ever heard, "I'm better." "Have you ever done drag before?" says Carey, all wide eyed, "Darling", says Ken now in purest Cassandra, "Where would you like me to begin?"