Ive sometimes regretted the women Ive been.There have been so many: daughter, sister, cop, tough broad, several kinds of whore, jilted lover, ideal wife, heroine, killer.Ill provide the truth of them all, inasmuch as Im capable of telling the truth.Keeping secrets, telling lies, they require the same skill. Both become a habit, almost an addiction, thats hard to break even with the people closest to you, out of the business.They say never trust a woman who tells you her age; if she cant keep that secret, she cant keep yours.Im fifty-nine.
