I was enthralled watching myself sway to the reggae pulse. I dug out my passport and asked Arnie for my wallet and my lipstick, which I had stowed in his coat pocket the night before. By this time I was not only a bitch on steroids, but a jet propulsion steam roller ready to kill anyone who blocked my way. His eyes were way too intense.
I left the smoking, scorched earth of my family battleground in Iowa and started my epic journey to the island of Bequia, where I would spend a few days in seclusion and then sail to Mustique for New Year's Eve. But, you've done some good, too," Jesus said. My kids are here and my wife is very jealous.