Three months later, when they ran into each other on the street, he asked for her number.
Knowing what was to follow, the venue was apposite.
Now, Maggie's hairy monkey hadn't meant a thing to me, but I had to respond with something worthy of his recording tape.
It was an attractive name.
She had no idea she had been chatting to Pierre Trudeau, Canada's justice minister.
But despite her fortitude, she cannot completely vanquish regret, having lived a big, wild, public life.