The Septimus Notes

Saturday, June 25, 2005

|I'd like to write a story.|

I'd like to write a story. The conventional, nearly garden-variety sort of story that proliferates today about urban (read: Manhattan) socialites, in the same vein as "4 Blondes" and "The Dirty Girls Social Club," (both of which I adored). I'd like to write a story about a woman who shops. She shops so much, in fact, that she does not wear a watch. "Why wear a watch," she'd respond quizzically, "when receipts always have the exact time?"

I'd like to write a story about a woman who shops and never wears a watch and is accused of murdering her husband, a man with upwards of $2 billion in liquid assets and a penchant for getting slight mentions in the back of the society section. Well his mistresses (and occasionally his house boys) do, at any rate.

I'd like to write a story about a woman who shops and never wears a watch who is accused of murdering her wealthy husband, only she swears she has an alibi for the established time of his death: she was shopping, and she has the receipts to prove it.

promulgated by SWS2.1 at 12:08.
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