But staying inside, alone, is worse. Kitty is knocking around in the big Fifth Avenue apartment she hves in with Hubert, her fifty-five-year-old actor boyfriend. Hubert is making a comeback. He's shooting a film in Italy with a hot young American director, and then he's going to L.A. to shoot the pilot for a TV series. Kitty will join him in Italy in a couple of days and then go to L.A. with him. She thinks: I'm only twenty-five. I'm too young for this. At five o'clock, the phone finally rings. "Hello, Kitty?" It's a man. "Yeeeees?" "Is Hubert there?" "Noooooo." "Oh, this is Dash." "Dash," Kitty says, somewhat confused. Dash is Hubert's agent. "Hubert's in Italy," Kitty says. "I know," Dash says. "He told me to call you and take you out if I was in town. He thought you might be lonely." "I see," Kitty says. She realizes he's probably lying, and she's thrilled. They meet at the Bowery Bar at ten. Stanford Blatch eventually shows up. He's a friend of Dash's, but then again, Stanford is a friend of everyone's.
