has NIGHT AFTER THE NEW article came out, Don was not convinced that it had been the right move, and Harry was busy but wouldn’t say with what, which I knew meant he was seeing someone. And I wanted to celebrate. So Celia came over to the house, and we split a bottle of wine. “You've got no maid,” Celia said as she was searching around the kitchen for a corkscrew. “No,” I said, sighing. “Not until the studio is done vetting all the applicants.” Celia found the corkscrew, and I handed her a bottle of cabernet. I never spent much time in the kitchen, and it was sort of surreal to be there without someone looking over my shoulder, offering to make me a sandwich or find whatever I was looking for. When you are rich, parts of your house don’t really feel like they are yours. The kitchen was one of them for me. I looked through my own cabinets, trying to remember where the wineglasses were. “Ah,” I said when I found them. “Here.” Celia looked at what I was handing her. “Those are champagne flutes.” “Oh, right,” I said, putting them back where I’d found them. We had two other sizes. I showed one of each to Celia. “Which>?” “The rounder. Do you not know glassware?” “Glassware, serving ware, I don’t know any of it. Remember, honey, I’m new money.” Celia laughed as she poured our drinks. “T’ve either not been able to afford it or have been so rich someone would do it for me. Never anywhere in between.” “T love that about you,” Celia said as she took a full glass and handed it to me. She took the other for herself. “I’ve had money my whole life. My parents act as if there is a recognized nobility in Georgia. And all of my brothers and sisters, with the exception of my older brother, Robert, are just like my parents. My sister Rebecca thinks my being in movies is an embarrassment to the family. Not so much because of the Hollywood