I phoned her the morning before our dinner. The weather had been unusually chilly, so I asked if she’d like me to put the top up on my convertible. I heard a voice like velvet. She said, “Oh please, no. I haven’t been open-air motoring in a long time. I’ll wear a scarf. And please,… Continue reading I invited a most remarkable woman to dinner. I was 23; she was 70-something.