Who Am I This Time
“Would you like another martini, sir?” The tall, raven-haired stewardess asked him. Rueben eyed his glass and shook his head slowly. “No, thank-you, I’m fine.” The stewardess nodded obediently and moved on mechanically to the gentleman beside him. Rueben cleared his throat, sighed, and settled down. The Captain had previously announced their nearing descent into Boston, Mass, so it would only be now a matter of minutes before the plane landed into the city and Rueben could be safely into a...