CHAPTER 19
Before I left, Wilma insisted we schedule my first 'educational seminar' for the following Monday. It was short notice but I could make it work if our receptionist helped me put the documents together. If she wasn't too busy working for Nelda, that is.
It was way past lunchtime and I'd skipped breakfast, but I didn't want to stop because the day was half over and I hadn't been to the office yet. I'd gone from home to the courthouse to La Vida Boca where I'd attended a memorial service that wasn't on my day planner. Finding a drive-thru was the sensible solution if only veggie burgers were as ubiquitous as beef. As I drove down U.S. 1 in search of lunch, I turned on the radio and sang along with Owner of a Lonely Heart. I was having a blast until I realized how easily that coul
