Flight to Europe, January 28, 1998
The trip over the Atlantic gives me time to reflect and add to the “Boy” chronicle.
The puffy, white clouds slowly sliding under the plane have a relaxing effect. My mind wanders a bit, then two other noteworthy contacts with Lady Constance come to mind, while she was in New York. With note pad nearby, I record my recollections.
After the interview, as I endeavored to leave Jasmine’s company, Lady Constance was entering the hotel room. With her was a well-dressed, distinguished looking gentleman who I judged to be in his early forties. The casual observer would assume he was a successful businessman perhaps with a pretty wife, a home in the suburbs and lovely children. Except this “suburban husband” held in his hand a leash, and the casual observer wou
