Part3: I’m having coffee at my seaside condo at five in the morning when security calls and says, “Your sister’s here with movers—she says she owns the place.” I don’t hurry. “Let her in,” I just respond with a smile. What I’ve previously prepared is unknown to her.
And if I was right, the little comments and worried questions were not random. They were rehearsal lines in a story someone was trying to tell about me. I knew …
Part3: I’m having coffee at my seaside condo at five in the morning when security calls and says, “Your sister’s here with movers—she says she owns the place.” I don’t hurry. “Let her in,” I just respond with a smile. What I’ve previously prepared is unknown to her. Read More