
I ran into her in Rome in 2000, which made one of the less sober members of our group really happy. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. International,” he yelled.
I don’t know why she ran off. Maybe she didn’t like being addressed as “Ms.”
I ran into her in Rome in 2000, which made one of the less sober members of our group really happy. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. International,” he yelled.
I don’t know why she ran off. Maybe she didn’t like being addressed as “Ms.”