It’s finally here! Today is the 45th anniversary of that dinner party at Mel’s house where Arliss made her to-die-for shrimp aspic. I am positively aching for a slice of the quivering gel. Mm Mm mm. No one does it better. Except maybe Rita could, god rest her soul.

And didn’t Diane go home with Cherith’s ex-husband that evening? Really makes you think, doesn’t it.

Of course, I couldn’t confirm it because Dick was off in the library with Bradford debating “anti-catalysts” and “horse futures.” How abstruse!

And where was Claudia? I swear, Vail said she told her she’d be there. I was expecting a little salt, not a cold shoulder of beef, if you know what I mean. Next time I saw the gleam of her silver Cadillac in the parking lot at Jere’s, you better believe I scraped my key up and down the hood.

Maybe that tasted better than the aspic.