Arica
gregladen | April 29, 2010I walked into her tent, went immediately to her bed and turned over her pillow. And there, as plain as day, was a stack of hundred dollars bills, a US passport, and a first class plane ticket to New York.
"How the hell did you do that?" she asked, astonished, hugging me, crying.
"Just doing my job, ma'am," I replied in a drawl, which caused her to raise her hand in a mock gesture to slap me.
She was an older (but young of mind and sharp) woman of fame and great means. If I said her name you would surely recognize it, either because you know of her or her somewhat more famous relative…