After I'd checked in at the hotel and got to my room, I was surprised to find the Queen of the Palace, Leona M. Helmsley, dressed up as Whistler's mother, esconced in a rocker and watching TV. Alarmed, I reached for the phone, but she said, with a smile. 'I never get up to change channels. Why should you?'
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