Tonight was Mr. Rosenberg's company party at a nightclub in Hollywood. When we got there, the line to get in was wrapped around the block so we crossed the street and went to a restaurant for dinner. We returned to the party an hour later when the line was shorter. I met a lot of people whose names I couldn't hear. I smiled and shook hands with some folks and drank two cranberry and sodas. Everyone was very nice. I learned that everyone at the office actually refers to Mr. Rosenberg as "J.R." This was news. A number of people actually said to me, "So you must be Mrs. J.R."
How did I not know that Mr. R had an alter-ego?