for those we'd had at Neil's. Judy noticed the table hadn't been set and offered to do it for me. I lamely offered the excuse that I had been so busy getting dinner ready that I had completely forgotten about the table. While she set the table I finished preparing the steaks.

Judy complimented me so much on my cooking that I was actually embarrassed. I explained that as long as I had to eat my own cooking, I'd decided to become a good cook - which I had — especially with steaks and chops.

As we relaxed over coffee and liqueur, Judy offered to do the dishes. I told her the cleaning lady came twice a week and she would do them in the morning so we had another cup of coffee.

I asked Judy if she preferred going to the theatre or night-clubbing.

"Neither," she replied, flashing that terrific smile of hers, "let's put on some records, talk, and maybe dance some right here. But, first, I must powder the nose.”

I put on some records, slipping two of my own recordings in the stack, and turned on the hi-fi. We sat on the sofa, listened to the music, sipped our liqueur and chatted intermittently about the weather, people, taxes and living costs.

Judy put out her cigarette, turned towards me and asked, "Jim, what do you do for a living?”

Here it comes I thought to myself. “I'm an entertainer," I replied.

"What kind of an entertainer?" she asked.

"A singer," I smiled, "in fact, that's my recording you're listening to right now."

She listened as “My Sweet Embraceable You” filled the room. When the record changed, she looked confused and asked, "What kind of entertaining do you do, for Heaven's Sake? That sounded like a girl's voice."

"I'm a night club singer," I replied.