She deftly navigates the aisles of the flea marketwithout paying much attention to the furniture,jewelry, rugs, posters, pottery, books, any of it. Nibbling at a tissue-wrapped éclair in one hand,she thumbs away at a cell phone game on the otherand, to the irritation of vendors and customers alike, concurrently holds a conference call with speaker on.She cuts deals, makes trades, accuses, cajoles.A fluffy white Pomeranian on a leash of sapphire beads is tethered to her gold lame belt. She ...
