“When she was not in a hurry, she enjoyed listening to her friend’s ramblings. Wendy was a divining rod for strange disturbances in the earth’s atmosphere. She was witness to bizarre sights: three homeless albinos living in Golden Gate Park, a BMW suddenly swallowed up by an ancient septic tank in Woodside, a loose buffalo strolling down Taraval Street. She was the maven of parties that led people to make scenes, start affairs, and commit other self-renewing scandals.”
