07/10/98

Robert Legault has crawled out of his cavern, blinked sleepily at the sun, lumbered over to the computer, and bashed out a genial email to me. He reminds me that when I changed my name to Lucy he was sternly instructed never to call me M___ again, and therefore hopes I will contrive to forget he ever went by the diminutive form of his name.

But of course, B...Robert.