And so, at home one day, sitting in the Silence, I woke at twenty-five minutes after three with an intense desire to call Ritchie (that’s her name). So I called her, and asked her to meet me at lunch the following day. “Could you have lunch with me the next day at the Club?” She said, “You know, strangely enough, had you called two minutes ago I would have said no, because I had a date that was only cancelled two minutes ago. So I would love to have lunch with you.” Having received from Ritchie this confirmation of the luncheon date, I then called Tommy. His name is Tom [...], so I called him Tommy. As he answered, this wonderful voice of Tommy, and then when he heard my voice it all went down to the bowels of the earth. What disappointment! But he said, Yes, I would have lunch tomorrow at the Club, meet you at one.291 ¶29