Elementary, my dear …

   “I hope you don’t mind me mentioning it,” says Elaine, “but you’re air.” At this, the freshly-permed and tinted Julie becomes very defensive. “My hair?” she splutters (a trifle brusquely, I thought).  “What’s wrong with it?” So Elaine explains that no, her hair’s fine; it’s Julie’s element she’d meant.  We look completely blank.  Elaine, … Continue reading Elementary, my dear …