First of all, Elsie, I want to thank you for getting me this job. When I met you in Porto Vargas I don’t mind telling you now I was down to my last twenty. Oh, my tour was paid for and the boat had made its last stop before returning to New York. But I had been careless buying souvenirs and things and…well, a girl can’t go around without money in her purse.
I like it here. San Carlo is a beautiful little country, even if it is run by a dictator. And Rodosa is a pretty town, although I would like it better if it were nearer the coast instead of way up here in the mountains. But then the weather wouldn’t be so nice, and one can’t have everything, I suppose.
Just as you said, I’m living in the hotel—Antenida, they call it—and I really have two jobs in one. I operate the desk switchboard (lu
