I--who intensely believes that no one, not one entity, not one secret service can fool me--stepped into a gigantic ruse. I was asked over and over if I would meet up with Henreitta at a late afternoon time that made no sense. We meet, like vampires. Still,I dressed and composed myself as would be required when summoned by The Queen of South Beach; some things you don't question. To my surprise Leopoldo and Henreitta staged a birthday party long, long before the actual date and they presented me with a ring containing two karats of diamonds. Unlike The Baroness Seitzinger, I am not moved by diamonds, but the thought of what my dear friends think I would like,what I would wear, and what I would always remember them for their thought, means so much that I will never remove that ring until the Bolsheviks pry it from my dead finger.