At the airport, desperate to find a rhinoceros. Did see/kept missing. In the meantime, I uncovered a covert Russian art deal going down in a garage offsite--in a desolate hangar. I distinctly remember opening the front of the hangar like a freight elevator. A mother called and said we were all out way past curfew. Japanese girls knelt at my feet telling me I had wrapped my leopard-scarved clogs incorrectly. The cell phone text kept reading "*SO".