Chapter Six“What in the world do you do here? Fly the space shuttle?”
“Bonjour, my dear Anne,” Genny turned from her desk, which faced the view, and rose to greet Anne. Her dress of pale rose linen looked both practical and fashionable. Her easy hug was thoughtlessly welcoming, simply a natural extension of Genny’s warmth. “Non. But at times I think that perhaps I could have while it still flew. Such fine technology as this still does not limit the nonsense that it can convey. The many countries of the UN must talk and talk and talk before they can make even the smallest decision.”
It was easy to forget that the First Lady was also the UN “Ambassador” for the UNESCO World Heritage Convention. She was the chief peacekeeper and dealmaker for the thousand World Heritage sites and the hundre
