"What Cassy would do," I say, "and I'm including this in the piece, is that she would have dinner with, for example, her boss at WST. And they would be romantic dinners, sort of. Like he would take her to a secluded table at the Russian Tea Room, the Carlyle or Le Cirque. It was as if she would consent to pretending he was something special to her, when, in fact, it would be more a father-daughter relationship than anything."
