Cousin PamelaChapter 7
A short plane ride followed by a long journey by limousine brought me to a large office building in the midst of the city. The nondescript building looked somewhat like an old fashioned private club where a prior generation old men might have occupied leather chairs, smoked cigars, and escaped their nagging wives. The modern country club with requisite golf courses, swimming pools, and women members had replaced these bastions of maleness in most big cities. A very large black man in a...