“I met Jack at a party,” says Diana. “We went to Europe together, for fun, and it just sort of — evolved. He – he gave me an apartment in Westwood, he- credit cars, and my Porsche – – it was easy. It was nice. ” “How long?” asks Ed. “Five years,” replies Diana. “Five years? You must have been sixteen!” says Ed. Diana smiles. “I’m not as young as I look. About six months ago, I get this call from his lawyer. I had to move out, my credit cards were canceled. He let me keep the Porsche.” “What happened?” asks Ed. “I don’t know,” replies Diana. “He won’t talk to me.” They both eat their sundaes. “How about you?” asks Diana. “What do you do?”“I work for Commutronics,” replies Ed. “A recordi -” begins Diana.