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So after we had eaten, we went upstairs and we looked at the bed. I don't have to describe the bed, but the whole thing is silly -- to spend $35,000 on a bed. It's a work of art, I guess, but there's something wrong with it. It's covered by I think a mink coverlet. It's rather bizarre. Then next door to it is a small room with two single beds.

So we got downstairs, and I don't have a chance to talk with her again about the bed, but I write her a letter the next day. The letter goes something like this: “Dear Happy--” I said, “I'm taking the liberty of calling you “Happy” because we've met so many times, so I hope that will be okay with you.” Then I said, “I looked at the bed. It's definitely for playing and not sleeping. Sleeping should be done in the other room. And in the eventuality that you were to move to the White House, the bed should moved to the Museum of Modern Art, Sincerely...”

Did she respond to that?

The letter I must say got a formal response, a robo. Obviously she had never seen the letter. I thought that was rather strange, too. It means bad staff work that they didn't show it to her, because that letter deserved a response, not: “So nice to have you come to the party.”