Day Two of Lynn and Sue's visit
So far, so good. They've been on their best behavior. Not much criticism has been leveled, although Sue, given a chance to amend her statement that I'm the bitchiest person she's ever met, including people at the Japanese internment camp where she grew up, politely declined. Props to Lynn for saying that I'm not bitchy but "an iconoclast. I can't read H.L. Mencken without thinking of John." It was a marvelous compliment but was immediately undermined by the ditziness that followed. Lynn has made only one remark about the tragedy of my not being married, but it came in the extraordinarily irritating form of her Wishing Importantly that things had worked out with Allie, with whom I'm "perfectly suited." She's never met Allie.
"We are exactly what we are supposed to be," I said.
"Still, it's too bad."
"No it's not. She has a great guy."
"Still."
She makes a good point. Everyone might be delighted with the current arrangement, but we shouldn't be. We just don't understand the situation.