Here’s what happened when I started to write this part:
CYNTHIA JOHNSTON - CIA BRAT:
There’s no such thing as paranoia.
Things are worse than you thought.
~ Dr. Hunter S. Thompson’s father
I was raised in a nest of spies.
In 1957, I stepped onto the pages of a living James Bond novel, not as any kind of Bond Girl, Lord knows, but as the twelve-year-old daughter of a single dad who happened to be an undercover agent of the CIA.
Joe “You May Call Me Doctor” Johnston had just returned from his recent escapades in French Indochina, as it was then called, to take custody of me and my nine-year-old sister, Elizabeth.
Sixty-five hundred (6,500) words later, I realized I was writing a book.
In lieu of a six-figure cash advance, I will graciously accept the *1st item on my bucket list plus a gas card.
Thank you kindly,
Cynthia Johnston