but she seated me at mrs. luce's table. and she said to me ahead of time, she said she won't take any notice of you, she's not interested in women at all. she'll only focus on the men -- [laughter] which, of course, she did. she didn't talk to anybody but alistair horne the entire dinner until the very end she lifted her head and said what do you do, young lady? i said, well, i'm a writer. and she said, oh, you're much too young to be a writer. and that was it. [laughter] so at the end of the evening i'm standing at the top of of the stairs waiting to leave, and she came up, and i thought she'd mistaken me for the hostess who was also short and dark. and, go, she was going to kiss me good night. so she gave me a kiss and said good night, you sweet thing, or something like that and swept out. and i was absolutely flabbergasted. so i then plucked up my courage and wrote her the first of several letters asking if i could do her biography. and she was really reluctant at first, but the bostons kind of gave a dinner party, and w