Last night at the dinner table the girls were saying that Martina Navratilova is in town to promote her tennis paintings – I can’t find the event but I think it is on May 16th – we’re going! – I must go, because sometimes when I close my eyes, T’s voice often makes me think of Martina, another super famous slav, only blonder with an affection for gold jewelry although, she too, adores (ahem) straight married women who write.