You want me to send flowers to a woman for you.” “Not from me, from us.” “Just get on the airplane and come home,” said Wendy. “Exactly what I plan to do. But we may need contacts out here and the woman’s like a local Mother Teresa—except for this one little quirk about being horny and luring men with large cuts of beef.” “Just what did you do to attract this woman’s attention?” “I had a full set of teeth and calf skin boots.” “Why didn’t you say, ‘I’m married?’” “It’s not like she came on to me. She gave me steak and eggs for breakfast. Turns out to be a public announcement of her intentions.” “Well, what were you doing at her house?” “I wasn’t at her house. It’s a restaurant. Breakfast Nook, something like that. She runs some kind of subsidized government food program. It’s the only place open in the morning and they said she’d cash the Western Union check.” “How was the steak?” said Wendy, with crouched feline menace.
