Taking a taxi from the airport, the driver told me he had met Princess Diana. The driver was Sukhwiner, a 30-something Sikh.
“How did you meet her?”
“I was a student in UK and she came to my school.”
“What was she like?”
“Very warm and authentic. Beautiful woman inside. Very compassionate. And tall, 5′ 10″ in flats.”
I told him about my novel, DEATH OF THE QUEEN OF HEARTS. If he wanted to read it I said I would send him a free copy if he would give me an address.
He handed me his card but looked skeptical. As a cab driver he had probably heard hundreds of broken promises.
I took his card, “I always keep my promises.”
Even with that assurance he remained unconvinced.
I mailed it to him today.