Maybe you think I walked out on Mark awfully fast if I was really so in love with him, but I probably wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for my therapist. I left that part out, and I hate to bring it up because until now you’ve been thinking that Mark was the one  with the unconventional shrink, and now you’re going to see we both were. Oh, well. I have a therapist named Vera Maxwell. She’s fifty-eight years old and quite beautiful, she has creamy white skin and curly black hair and she wears bright red lipstick and caftans. She’s famous, really, she goes on talk shows and has a lot of celebrity patients, and every so often  she has to fly off to co-host Merv Griffin, or she has to take a phone call in the middle of a session from someone having a crisis at the Cannes Film Festival.

Vera is a wonderful therapist. She is loving, caring, giving and unrelenting.