Chapter Thirty-Four
Kathrine and Mitz sat in the back of the AirFrance jumbo-liner at the end of the LAX runway. The big jet turbines were whining as the plane waited it’s turn to ramp up into the clear California mountain skies. Tall, trimly uniformed air attendants were busily stowing hand luggage in the overhead bins.
“The French sure know how to pick em,” Kathrine commented, watching one of the younger girls move along the aisle toward their seat and her thoughts drifted back to the crew aboard Mr. Ng’s yacht. “That girl doesn’t have an ounce of fat.”
“French women don’t put on weight the way American women do.”
“C’mon. You’re kidding me.”
“Not at all,” Mitz said. “Someone even wrote a book about it: ‘French Women Don’t Get Fat!’ They did a study and everything. Something about th
