It’s the hottest book in publishing, but our very own columnist Maureen Callahan managed to get ahold of it.
I heard a bothersome scurrying about as I roused myself in my master suite — er, primary suite.
First in line, but second in hot wives, am I right? But alas, he and Dad were doing a world tour by private jet to talk about the problems of climate change.
And whatever you do, don’t tell anyone! We need to make a splash on social media.
Anything for my bride — and oh, I suddenly remembered: I think we had a kid stashed around here somewhere.
Now we just had to sneak out of the castle, find our way to a private plane and take off in the night without anyone noticing.