You remember Bunny Funkhouser, dear, that clever young interior decorator that we met at the Collins' cocktail party.
You mean that young man with the open-toed sandals? What about him?
Well, you know how long we've said we've got to do something about fixing up this apartment. Well, a couple of weeks ago, he called, and I asked him to come over, and he had some simply wonderful ideas, and I didn't want to bother you with sketches and estimates until I knew whether we could afford it. So I sent...