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"Johnny?" In the silence that preceded the question, Tully heard a baby start to cry

"Edna Guber is sending round questions "

"Just a second " Kate handed the phone off; there was a sound like wax paper being balled up and a flurry of whispers, then Johnny came on the line

"Hey, Tully, good for you Ednas a legend "

"This is ht Id start by picking your brain "

"I havent slept in a ood Ill be, but Ill do what I can " He paused "You know its dangerous down there A real powder keg People are dying "

"You sound worried about me "

"Of course I am Now, lets start with the relevant history In 1960 or 61, the Sandinista National Liberation Front, or FSLN, was founded"

Tully wrote as fast as she could

For just under teeks Tully worked her ass off Eighteen, twenty hours a day she was reading, writing, s In the few rare hours when she wasnt working or trying to sleep, she went to the kind of stores shed never frequented before—caht pocketknives and netted safari hats and hiking boots Everything and anything she could think of If they were in the jungle and Edna wanted a da to produce it

By the time they actually left, she was nervous At the airport, Edna, wearing a pair of razor-pressed linen pants and a white cotton blouse, took one look at Tullys

For the endless hours of their flights, through Dallas and Mexico City and finally onto a sua, Edna fired questions at Tully

The plane landed in what looked to Tully like a backyard Men—boys, really—in ca rifles Children cale to play in the air kicked up by the propellers The dichoto Tully knew shed always reot out of the plane until she reboarded the flight for home five days later, she had precious little tiery

Edna was a mover

They hiked through guerrilla-infested jungles, listening to the shrieking of howler ator-lined rivers Sometimes they were blindfolded, sole, while Edna taped her intervieith el jefe, the general in charge, Tully talked to the troops