Speaking of BFF’s, it’s not that usual to meet one later on in life. The word Forever gets shorter and shorter. But, sometimes you get lucky. The girl next door actually moves in— next door! It’s a miracle! It’s amazing! It’s divine! She pops into your life, sizzles, dazzles, becomes your wished-for- sister. It’s all too good to be true! She tells you (in the mornings!!!) at the elevator how guapa you are. After work, dead on your feet, she makes you Pollo con Pomodoro and gives you a glass of wine — surprise! She’s there! She’s home next door! And if you need a digital hand in that digital foreign land, she’s young, she’s smart, she’s ready to help! Her brain never stops, she’s fast, what a wit! She liked the idea—Bookfiti? Yes! Let’s leave a trail of … a page, a chapter, a printed something somewhere, everywhere, anywhere, wherever we go! Like now, here she is, in the days before she moved away again, leaving a piece of Maggie Scratch, like Kilroy— in Paris!