Carefully guarded, untouchable–her heart was like a museum piece.
James Elliott thwarted her at every turn, outmaneuvering and outbidding her, scooping up art treasures before she could acquire them for San Francisco’s Museum of American Art. It was unscrupulous and unethical, and Mary Lindsay McDonough decided she’d better do something about it. She would send him a letter of protest, a very cool, very professional letter. But not before she had written an eminently satisfactory, extremely nasty poison pen letter-the letter she would have sent if she didn’t have her reputation and that of the Museum to consider.
Unfortunately, distracted by a box of chocolates, she slipped the wrong letter into the envelope ….