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(Not my own — the plane, that is.) They ran a full page in the magazine, and I was happy with the way I looked and sounded on glossy paper. I received notes from prison inmates that made me blush, although I pride myself on not being prudish. Others were smudged with lipstick kisses, or steeped in mysterious perfumes.
As a safety precaution against love-crazed stalkers, crank calls or bomb threats from jealous exes or current boyfriends, I had my phone number unlisted and rented a mailbox at the post office in town. A lonely sounding fisherwoman trawling off the coast of South Africa cast her net wide and wrote to me on yellow legal-pad paper. Monique was a French woman living in Albuquerque, a lover of literature and a painter.
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Aboard the sternwheeler Discovery we plowed the silty flood of the Chena River, while the theme music of "Love Boat" played in my head.
We stopped at Susan Butcher's place, and the famous musher welcomed us from her backyard.
Except, with her delicate 5-foot-4 frame, she was shorter than I expected — about half the size of the glass-encased grizzly bear by the Alaska Airlines counter.
Monique had told me her height, but it had never quite registered, and I am bad with numbers anyway.