The Last Word

In Guatemala the telephone rang. Not possessing “ignore telephone syndrome”, but only knowing “Hola”, although surmising for PMS emergencies “chocolate” must be “cocoa beano”, I heard voluminous, seemingly serious, unintelligible verbiage. Thankfully remembering The Three Amigos, I croaked “Adios” and confidently hung up.

Seconds later the phone rang. I ran!


Virginia Pike.