She had noticed me and she was walking straight to my table. I felt then, for a bout one-tenth of a second, that what I should do was get up fast, pull the heavy automatic from its holster under my arm and shoot her between the eyes. Instead, I found myself raising both arms in her direction while I marvled anew at the amazing loveliness of this dangerous woman. I'd thought of her as being out of my life, but I realized I must have been living with hope that some day I'd find her again.

1967.