Around the end of January, I had a meeting in Port-au-Prince with Jerry, Jean, and Brethren people from the States concerning the future of BVS in Haiti. The Baptist mission needed supplies from the capital so I could take the Land Rover. In addition, I was to take Claudele, an American nurse who was spending a year at the Bon Sam and needed a break, and Madame Z. The daughter of Pastor and Madame Z (they were from somewhere around the Black Sea and I never could pronounce their last name) was coming with a friend for a visit and we were to meet them at the airport and bring them back.
After two days of meetings, I picked up Madame Z and Claudele, and then drove to the airport to get Maria Z and her friend Ami. Maria was a little older than I was (25) and Ami was a little younger. Maria trained as a nurse in the States, after which she returned to work with Dr. Bob as a nurse and lab tech. Eventually she had conflicts with Bob and his family and she grew tired of the poverty and seeming hopelessness of conditions in Haiti so she took a nursing job in a Seattle hospital. There she met and became friends with Ami, who was also a nurse. Both girls were attractive in different ways. Maria had an exotic east European, near Eastern look about her: dark hair, deeper dark eyes, and a full but shapely figure. Ami was an all-American girl—dark brown hair, green eyes, and a trim, athletic figure. She told me she liked to hike and ski in the mountains around Seattle.