The calls to Mo-Mo’s relatives in Cali went without a hitch; I connected with all five.
Baritone-voiced Leo was such a primo salesperson, I ended up ordering a huge basket of exotic teas and delightful treats. Did he have anything significant to impart? No. But he’d call or text if something came to mind. “Count on it, hon. And count on Leo here for all of your gastronomic needs.”
Lena had an impatient client—“a prima-donna, that one, I tell ya, honey’’—waiting for a pedicure to begin, so she couldn’t spare much time, but she really had nothing of note to provide other than to state that she’d only met Mo-Mo once, when she was a “wee tot”. He’d given her a huge chocolate bar, so what kid wouldn’t think their uncle was a great guy? If she recalled anything or anyone that might help, she’d
