Roberto Pietroforte called me this morning. “What shall I bring you from Rome,” he asked, “a brunette or a blonde?” “I already have a blonde,” I told him point blank. “I am kidding,” laughed Roberto, “I am kidding.” I just smiled into the receiver. “See you tomorrow evening,” he said and put the receiver down. “But I am not kidding,” I mumbled into the receiver before I, too, put it down.