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At just that moment, Amahta walked in. There was quite a stir at the door
as the maitre d' embraced her—"Look at you!" she said. "So slim. Are you still
running five miles a day?"—and her coat and packages were whisked away.
She was wearing a tweedy Jil Sander suit (the skirt alone cost over a thousand
dollars) and a green cashmere shell. "Is it hot in here?" she said, fanning
herself with her gloves. She removed her jacket. The entire restaurant gaped.
"Sweetpea!" she said, spotting Carrie at the bar.
"Your table is ready," said the maitre d'.
"I have so many things to tell you," Amahta said. "I have just barely
escaped with my life!"
Sometime in April, Amahta had gone to London to attend a wedding,
where she met Lord Skanky-Poo—not his real name—"but a real lord,
darling," she said, "related to the royal
family and with a castle and foxhounds. He said he fell in love with me
instantly, the idiot, the moment he saw me in the church. 'Darling, I adore
you,' he said, coming up to me at the reception, 'but I especially adore your
hat.' That should have been a dead giveaway. But I wasn't thinking clearly at
the time. I was staying with Catherine Johnson-Bates in London and she was
driving me crazy, she kept complaining about my stuff all over her fucking
flat . . . well, she's a virgo, so what can you expect? Anyway, all I could think
about was finding another place to stay. And I knew Catherine had had a
crush on Lord Skanks—she used to knit him scarves out of that horrendous
worsted wool—and he wouldn t give her the time of day, so naturally, I
couldn't resist. Plus, I needed a place to stay."
That night, after the wedding, Amalita basically moved into the Eton
Square house. And, for the first two weeks, everything was great. "I was doing
my geisha routine," Amalita said. "Back rubs, bringing him tea, reading the
newspapers first so I could point out what was interesting." He took her
shopping. They entertained, throwing a shooting party at the castle. Amalita
helped him with the guest list, got all the right people, charmed the servants,
and he was impressed. Then, when they got back to London, the trouble
began.
"You know, I've got all of my lingerie that I've been collecting over the
years?" Amalita asked. Carrie nodded. She knew all about Amalita's vast
collection of designer clothing, which she'd been acquiring over the past
fifteen years—knew it well, in fact, because she had had to help Amalita wrap
it up in special tissues to be put in storage, a job that had taken three days.
"Well, one evening he comes in when I'm dressing," she said. "'Darling,' he
says, 'I've always wondered what it would be like to wear one of those merry
widows. Mind if I . . . give it a try? Then I'll know what it feels like to be you.'
"Fine. But the next day he wants me to spank him. With a rolled-up
newspaper. 'Darling, don't you think you'd get more out of life if you read
this instead?' I asked. 'No! I want a good thrashing,' he said. So I complied.
Another mistake. It got to the point
where he would wake up in the morning, put on my clothes, and then he
wouldn't leave the house. This went on for days. And then he insisted on
wearing my Chanel jewelry."
"How did he look in it?" Carrie asked.
"Pas mal," Amahta said. "He was one of those beautiful English types, you
know, you can never really tell if they're gay or straight. But the whole thing
just got so pathetic. He was crawling around on his hands and knees,
exposing his bum. And to think that before this I was considering marrying
him.
"Anyway, I told him I was leaving. He wouldn't let me. He locked me in
the bedroom, and I had to escape out the window. And I was stupidly wearing
Manolo Blahnik spike heels instead of the more sensible Gucci ones because I
let him fondle my shoes and the Manolos were the only ones he didn't like—
he said they were last year. Then he wouldn't let me back in the house. He
said he was holding my clothes ransom because of some stupid, itsy-bitsy
phone bill I'd racked up. Two thousand pounds. I said, 'Darling, what am I
supposed to do? I have to call my daughter and my mother.'
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