And so, she invited me to her Christmas party. And her mom I knew was a music teacher, and my mom was a science teacher, and we both lived in suburban Detroit area and not that far from each other, and I thought, “Okay, you know, this would be fine.” I knew she had a younger brother, and he was in high school and, you know, kind of an average sort of a thing for my era. It was 1975, by the way, and so I wasn’t really expecting anything usual ‘til I went to her house. When I got to her house, you know, I went in and I had my, my boyfriend with me and we went in and they took our coats and, you know, hung ’em up in the closet and we went into — through the entrance hall to the kitchen. And got some drinks and you know, were headed toward, I guess, what would be the family room for sitting down, and all the kinda things you do at parties, and then her father came in and said, “Oh, did you show the, the kids, your friends the Picasso?” So we went — got all — had to go up with her dad and had to go back to the front hall and look at this Picasso in their hallway. And I had studied art history, so, you know, Picasso, I kinda knew about it. My boyfriend really didn’t have a clue, but he figured, “Okay, it must be something important.” And we went and looked at the Picasso, and I mean, it was a Picasso. I was quite surprised and impressed.
I got thinking about it later. We had a mirror in our front hall. When you came in, there was a mirror in a kind of a fancy frame that my mother had put there opposite the coat closet. You know, the idea if you come in and you have to put your coat on, you might need a mirror. Not a Picasso but a mirror, you know, just kind of a, a crazy contrast in being out of your league. It was pretty funny.