By arrangement, I met a beautiful woman whose interests lay in the design of destiny, miracles, and apparently me when Jeanette dangled mystical intrigues from her novel-in-progress to secure my help formatting it for the screen. As an average-looking man, whose naivet? had been savaged while working for television news in places like San Salvador and Beirut, I reasoned that a romance between us was no less absurd an idea than the premises she already...