We boarded the 8 a.m. Caravelle out of Madrid to Malaga and the Canary Islands. First stop there was Lanzarote, where a special mission summoned each of us.
We were blonde, ice-eyed, menthol-lipped, stunningly Irish-American Renee Lopez de Haro, my assistant; brunette, sloe-eyed, tempestuously stunning Helena Alfieri, an Italian-American friend of Renee; golden-haired, hazeleyed, serenely beautiful Rosario (“Tasa”) Leguina Olano, the Spanish mother of, incredibly, five children ages five to fifteen; and, to borrow a convention from Mr. Norman Mailer, I, in such company clearly The Beast.
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