“Guess who dragged you off as soon as Francis climbed into his cute little BMW and puttered back up the hill.” She took a bow sitting down. She was wearing a low-cut dancer’s top.
Her story about ben Zinowicz being a guest on a radio show rung a bell in his mind. He said, “What station do you work for?”
“KPFA, Berkeley.”
“Then you’re—”
“Sojourner Strength,” she said. “A.k.a. Margarita Horowitz. Somehow A Chat with Margarita Horowitz doesn’t have quite the pizzazz of The Sojourner Strength Liberation Hour, does it?”
“Is that your real name, then? Margarita Horowitz, not Sojourner Strength?”
She swallowed part of her drink and smiled at him as she put down her glass. “If it’s true confession time, my birth certificate actually says Naomi Ruth Horowitz. I just couldn’t deal with that so
