Many years ago, my mother had a phone number that was apparently only one digit away from Eva Gabor’s unlisted number. Zsa Zsa used to call my mother and just launch into long conversations in Hungarian. When my mother would hang up, Zsa Zsa would just call right back. I was at dinner once when my mother answered the phone and said in desperation, “Listen you crazy bitch, learn how to dial the goddamn telephone.”
