When she saw the papers after they'd been brought back from the Camden Press she was very satisfied, especially with the headline Board was unaware of...charges against Gingrich, and with her byline on the story. That would be a good one for a clip file if she ever decided to go into real journalism, as she thought of it.She'd been aware that there had been some letters to the editor about the Gingrich story, but hadn't known how many. She'd expected one or two, most likely from the chronic. .. maybe it’s because I was there at the time, but even know I know there’s no reason to cry over a complete stranger, I can’t help it, it’s really got to me.”“Oooh you great lout, pull yourself together. She looks at me disgustedly and raising her voice she says, “you’re pathetic, coming in snivelling like a baby just because some old bag has kicked the bucket. Jesus you didn’t cry this much when my dad died.”“I know, I know and I’m sorry.” I say, wiping away some of the tears that will not. Go on now, open the door, don't make them wait! I checked the peephole, he looked like the pic he sent me. I opened the door and asked him to come inside. He smiled at me, which was good! Once I closed the door I gave him a nice hug, just to show I'm friendly, ya know. Break the ice a little bit. "Thanks for coming, Handsome!" "Well, uh, sure! Nice to be here. Um where do I..." He was fumbling in his pocket. Oh yeah, money first. "Right over here is a basket, honey." He dropped in some bills. I. The proprietor's broken English had confused me, but he seemed earnest enough to be genuine. At least, that's what I told myself so I wouldn't feel ripped off.I figured even if it wasn't really a charm that'd give me better luck with women (and what were the chances of that?), it was a very pretty trinket - a worthwhile souvenir of my time in Africa, as well as a reminder to not let myself get hustled like that again. But there were those other things the guy had said...I checked my watch -.