The next time I saw Monica was the very next day on TV, pumping fists with Ginny Suss, Carmen Perez, Gloria Steinem, Linda Sarsour, Tamika Mallory and Mia Yves-Rublee, leading the Woman’s March on a mournful grey day after Kunt’s inauguration in Washington DC.

It was the main event of the largest single-day demonstration in recorded U.S. history[i]. About which, Kunt was overheard on an open mic complaining: “Don’t these cunts know that we just had an election? And they lost! They don’t get a fucking do-over.”.I’d met with Stormy at my office the next Monday as planned on a cold grey overcast morning made brighter by her brilliant white faux mink coat and warmer by her coy insistence she was wearing only a ‘tight-fitting birthday suit’ beneath it.

She came armed with the original of a Non-Disclosure Agreement she’d signed on October 28, 2016, a few days before Kunt’s election; a copy of the $130,000 check she’d received from Kunt by way of Non-Essential Consultants LLC, by way of Kunt’s attorney Michael Cohn, who told her he was Kunt’s fixer and that he’d taken out a home-equity loan to make the payment and she needed to respect it;[iv] and a $5,000 check made out to Elia Degas Esq., with a deep red lipstick kiss crowding the signature line.A few dark days later we buried Mami at St. Michaels Church on Co-op City Boulevard, on blustery cold Saturday morning.

She came armed with the original of a Non-Disclosure Agreement she’d signed on October 28, 2016, a few days before Kunt’s election; a copy of the $130,000 check she’d received from Kunt by way of Non-Essential Consultants LLC, by way of Kunt’s attorney Michael Cohn, who told her he was Kunt’s fixer and that he’d taken out a home-equity loan to make the payment and she needed to respect it;[iv] and a $5,000 check made out to Elia Degas Esq., with a deep red lipstick kiss crowding the signature line.A few dark days later we buried Mami at St. Michaels Church on Co-op City Boulevard, on blustery cold Saturday morning.

As for the bling white horse and cart hearse that lugged Mami from the funeral home to St. Michaels for the service? It was the same bling horse and cart hearse that had transported Celia Cruz to her grand meet-your-maker party at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York City on July 22, 2003,

Monica didn’t attend the funeral, she said goodbye with flowers and a verse by the Cuban poet José Martí, who died on May 19, 1895, with his face to the sun battling Spanish troops for Cuban independence at the Battle of Dos Ríos, where the Contramaestre and Cauto rivers meet:

I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
No me pongas en el oscuro
para morir como un traidor;
I am good, and like a good thing
I will die with my face to the sun
Morire con la cara al sol.

I’d heard from her a few times since then as the blizzards of February became the Winter Storms of March and faded into drab grey incessant April showers.

Always by text to the burner.

The first time in late January, a few days before Kunt nominated federal appeals court judge, Neil Gorsuch, to the Supreme Court seat left vacant after Antonin Scalia’s, “whose image and genius was in my mind throughout the decision-making process,” death.

On the very early morning of Valentine’s Day she sent a text (though not the one I was hoping for) that Kunt had asked FBI boss James Comey, to drop the FBI’s investigation into General Lieutenant General Michael Thomas Flynn, who had resigned only the day before and was under investigation by the Army, the CIA and MI5, as well as the FBI for trading influence for Black Caviar before and as Secretary of State.

Monica didn’t attend the funeral, she said goodbye with flowers and a verse by the Cuban poet José Martí, who died on May 19, 1895, with his face to the sun battling Spanish troops for Cuban independence at the Battle of Dos Ríos, where the Contramaestre and Cauto rivers meet:

I wish to leave the world
By its natural door;
In my tomb of green leaves
They are to carry me to die.
No me pongas en el oscuro
para morir como un traidor;
I am good, and like a good thing
I will die with my face to the sun
Morire con la cara al sol.

I’d heard from her a few times since then as the blizzards of February became the Winter Storms of March and faded into drab grey incessant April showers.

Always by text to the burner.

The first time in late January, a few days before Kunt nominated federal appeals court judge, Neil Gorsuch, to the Supreme Court seat left vacant after Antonin Scalia’s, “whose image and genius was in my mind throughout the decision-making process,” death.

On the very early morning of Valentine’s Day she sent a text (though not the one I was hoping for) that Kunt had asked FBI boss James Comey, to drop the FBI’s investigation into General Lieutenant General Michael Thomas Flynn, who had resigned only the day before and was under investigation by the Army, the CIA and MI5, as well as the FBI for trading influence for Black Caviar before and as Secretary of State.

She attached a copy of the memo Comey had made of the meeting along with the text “I hope you can see your way clear to letting this go, to letting Flynn go,” Kunt had non-nod winked-winked at Comey “He is a good guy. I hope you can let this go.”Her next text arrived with urgent delivery, on March 1st, a few hours before Attorney General, Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III recused himself from any “existing or future investigations” related to Vlad’s interference in the 2016 presidential election because of his own involvement in the collusion.

On March 14th she texted me the first two pages of Kunt’s 2005 tax returns, which I then sent as instructed to MSNBC host Rachel Maddow who waved them at the world on live TV the next night.

And most recently, yesterday, Wednesday April 5th, she texted to invite me to meet her at the law offices of Michael Cohn at 8 AM today:

With an overnight bag and a change of clothes suitable for somewhere warm.I RSVP’D.GAME FACE ON.Which is why I was riding shotgun, stomach knotted, in Jay-B’s new pimped ride as it splashed through puddles as we filtered left onto the Henry Hudson Parkway, south towards Manhattan, on a dank, grey, morning overcast with raindrops so small they masqueraded as mist.The black 2017 Mercedes G-Wagon had black gloss Vossen forged Series 17 rims, a twin-turbocharged V8 engine and seven-speed automatic transmission, which together produced 416 horsepower and 450 lbs. of torque,  and a 12-speaker Harman Kardon surround-sound audio-system banging “Despacito,” Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee’s pop-reggaetón monster-hit featuring finger-picking Spanish guitar, Justin Bieber, and lyrics like “Ven prueba de mi boca para ver cómo te sabe,” explicit enough to get the song banned by the Malaysian government, which may be why it’s the most streamed record of all time.The truck had been bought with an insurance payout from Geico, who after weeks spent inspecting what was left of Jay-B’s Range Rover concluded the explosion was an accident caused by rats chewing through the trucks soy-based insulation and not as seemed more probable the GRU, the Proud Boys, or Shangó’s rogue army.At West 95th Street Jay-B suddenly swerved the truck off the Parkway and then looped it back on to the Parkway at West 96th Street having lost the trailing matte-black X5.“How long were they trailing us?” I asked.“Since we left your crib,” he said bouncing his gaze around the mirrors. “But we’ve lost the motherfuckers now!”We took the 56th Street exit off the West Side Highway and rumbled slowly across the avenues.At the intersection with 9th Avenue an EMT crew was stretching away an old man dressed only in a cardboard box — his legs poking out one end and his dead-head the other.At 7th Avenue a Yellow Cab was wrapped around a street sign, and there was blood in its tracks.At 5th Avenue we turned right and pulled up to the curb on the east-side of the street under the saw-tooth shadow of Kunt Tower, a monolith built of tinted glass and brass, with each set-back tier marked by a single shrub as if deforestation was in close to godliness.

And most recently, yesterday, Wednesday April 5th, she texted to invite me to meet her at the law offices of Michael Cohn at 8 AM today: