“Tell me about Wellesley,” I said.
“How’d we get on this topic?” Maga asked.
“Well, I was bragging about you at work today and I thought I should get some more stories to add to my arsenal. Who was the most famous person you graduated with?”
She started to (re)tell me the story about her famous classmate, but got bogged down by the details and with nary a pause, “Oh my, did you see that girl’s dress?”
And famous classmates be damned, us ordinary ladies proceeded to watch the Olympics together on a typical Tuesday evening.