guess it was a normal workday for me, just organizing my desk and waiting out my 20 minutes left at work. My phone rings, and surely it must be a customer. I pick it up, "Ventas, buenas tardes". A man, whom for security reasons I shall call 'Pachuíco', talks to me and tells me that his brother, 'Pachu', wants to talk to me. So tell him sure, put him on, thinking it has something to do with the Internet or computers.

'Pachu' tells me, without any warning whatsoever, that he has Millie Corretjer with him and that she wants to talk to me! Before I can even react, before I can say anything (and just about as I was getting close to being confused with a tomato or beets) I hear the sweetest "Hello?" these undignified ears will ever listen to. So, thanks to the marvels of modern science, there she was, on the other side of the telephone line. My first thought was "this is a joke, they recorded her voice and they're playing it back to make me suffer". Then, and not even coming from my wildest of dreams, she starts to talk and have an actual conversation with me! By now, as you can imagine, I am relatively speechless, answering her questions rather monosylabically. Millie starts telling me that 'Pachu' has told her all about my page, and I tell her that I dedicated it to her and how it's the only one of it's kind (that I know of). This most beautiful of Puertorrican women tells me she would like very much to see it, so I give her the address. If she's seen it or not I don't know for sure, but I have absolute faith in her!

Sadly ("el momento más triste ha llegado…"), it's time to say goodbye. Again, that sweetest of voices, in a most angel-like manner, speaks and from her mouth the following words emerge: "espero que nos conozcamos pronto, besitos". The only thing this mere mortal can even begin to utter is "igualmente". So, the phone goes blank as she hangs up. I get up from my chair, and as I look around me I see three inquisitive faces, waiting for any news regarding my conversation with Millie. Then, as clownish as I can be, I drop to the floor in a pseudo-fainting act. If you could think up three adjectives to describe my state of being in that moment, they would probably be breathless, flabbergasted, and red!