She hiked the Appalachian Trail in a fur coat. Not to be at one with nature or to commune with the animals, but because she was a diva. Her husband sent her boiled eggs and caviar to eat at the first shelter. Her emergency card read, "Where to, what next! If found please return to Olivet, TX. Love, Lola."
At her birthday celebration at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, MI months before, the entire staff, dressed in Edwardian clothes, had sung her happy birthday to an old hand-cranked music box and told her to follow her dreams. So she had.
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Monkey and a Music Box
by Alan Schwartz |
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