Chapter 6The first thing that Elizabeth hated about the Philippines was the heat and humidity that clawed at her face the moment she got off the private Waldorf plane. It was like being swallowed by a hot potato. She giggled at the thought of being swallowed by a hot potato because Elizabeth was more than tipsy when she arrived.
It started with one drink. One small cocktail to give her strength for the long arduous journey ahead. That one cocktail led to other baby cocktails until Elizabeth was slurring her words.
“I need air. Bring me somewhere with air,” she demanded from the hapless Filipino driver, who didn’t speak a lot of English.
“Of course, ma’am. This way, ma’am.”
“Don’t call me ma’am. Do I look old to you?”
The poor driver was too flustered to reply. Instead he opened the do
