The mob in pursuit throws dead rats at the van. 

When we land the flight attendants warn us to move as quickly through the airport as possible.  “There is a van waiting outside for you. The driver is holding a sign that says 'Rothschild.' Your baggage will be brought to you.” “What's this all about?” I say, but when she opens the doors, and we … Continue reading The mob in pursuit throws dead rats at the van. 

What kind of librarian can’t organize things?

In Paris we have time to deplane and walk around to stretch our legs. I get two cups of coffee and croissants, and start to rejoin Katie, when I see that Wasserman has found her. He‘s carrying a light carry-on and looks even older than I remembered. They seem natural enough together. Maybe it won't … Continue reading What kind of librarian can’t organize things?

But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

“May I speak with Ramdas Bingaman, please?” “Speaking. Who is this?” “Charles Bellaforte in the ISBL front office here.” “Ah, so good to hear from you, Charles. I was beginning to wonder.” “Sorry about that, sir. I have been on the phone with Regency Travel all day trying to arrange your flight to Uzbekistan. In … Continue reading But if you want certainty you are in the wrong universe.

I believe I hear police sirens. I strain. Yes. Unmistakable. We need to leave.

When Katie walks in the door I recognize her at once. She maintains her sporty looks and pixie haircut. I relish watching her as she is unaware of me, looking from sombrero to sombrero wondering which I am under. But I am not wearing a sombrero, just in case they sent an agent. She is … Continue reading I believe I hear police sirens. I strain. Yes. Unmistakable. We need to leave.

Nobody. Eats. In the bathroom.

I put on a mid-price suit, tie the tie into a double Windsor, visit a local supermercado, and buy three dozen sombreros. They are kind enough to stack them, box them, and carry them to the car. I drive to the Bonsai Burrito and go inside to meet the shift manager, whose name it turns … Continue reading Nobody. Eats. In the bathroom.