Dear Liz: Lucky me! You were brought into my life because of Jane. I inherited you as one of her dearest friends. You may not remember this as I do: Just after Jane and I became a couple, we were having dinner with you and Gloria Safire at Pearl’s. You and Gloria represented to me the most glamorous, sophisticated, worldly dames ever. I always imagined you at the Monkey Bar, downing martinis or Manhattans. Maybe even wearing a hat sometimes. Sitting at the bar with whoever was famous and in New York at the time. For me, being with you was heady stuff. And I told you two jaded broads how madly, rhapsodically in love I was with Jane. And Liz, as you listened to me, there was something in your eyes that made me tenderly adore you on the spot. You weren’t so jaded, after all. You were tentative, young, hoping what I was saying was still possible, still important above anything else and you will live in my heart as that girl always. Lily