I next thought, I don't know whether Tara wants something like that for her living room. I wouldn't want to send her a birthday present she doesn't care for. I guess I'd better keep it for myself, in my own living room.The upshot was that she left South Carolina at 8:44 the next morning and drove to Louisville. Now, as I write, she's stroking my dog that she's fallen in love with, and we've already tracked down numerous items for the Kentucky Derby party she plans to throw at her house next May.Maybe your life is more prosaic than mine, and this sort of thing doesn't happen to you, but the women in my family have always had a subterranean method of communication. My mother has always been able to name from the sound of the telephone's ring which of her four children is calling. My sister in Arizona was notorious for phoning me when, unbeknownst to her, I was under duress. My daughters and I continue that propensity. I just didn't know that it extended to lace.