South Of The Border
THEY HAD EXCHANGED PICTURES!

Artis felt as if she had been a Mexican woman in a former life. The sound of a Spanish guitar, the smell of hot chiles, the sheen of hammered-silver jewelry -- all these seemed to strike a chord deep within her. And now that she had found a pen pal, the dark and handsome Manuel, she knew her fate was sealed. Soon she would go on a trip to Mexico and she would meet him in person. Manuel would be a link with another world, the world she had to make hers.

"Adios, mis amigos Americanos! Hola, mi amor!" She could hardly wait.