Lauren called this morning. “I know who Anita is,” she said confidently. “I don’t want to talk about this,” I said coldly. “I already talked with her,” she said and paused. I kept quiet on the chance that she really did. “She works in that lighting store in East End where we…” “I don’t want to talk about this,” I repeated even more coldly. This clever trick must come straight from Elle or Vogue.