Oh Dearest Readers things are not well. I have finally seen Hubert. He is a wreck of a man. A drunken shipwreck of a man. He looks a good ten years older than I last saw him. He arrived here in Cadiz yesterday from Little Caymen. The authorities there were trying to find some more substantial clues to how the kidnappers managed to get Constance out of her hotel room, and out of the hotel, and off the island with NOBODY seeing anything. I met Hubert for luncheon yesterday, just the two of us in the Hotel Dining Room. He sat there brooding into his waffles, slurping down a gin rickey, and saying over and over again "We haven't been separated since Clinton was in office!" I should think that his Halliburton and Exxon connections, and his Bush connections (he was at Andover with GHWB) would make things move along a little faster. But here we still are, waiting for the boat from Cadiz to Morocco. They say we go tomorrow, but I dread making the trip with Hubert in tow.