Oh, I just rechecked, it was age 32.
ST, hb, page 53
Pam finally got into the front seat, clutching some stuffed animals, and Chromiak drove off, only to have Pam thrust out her arms and scream as if spiders were crawling on her. "Get these gloves off of me! Get them off! Get them off! Get them OFF!" The puzzled cop removed the latex gloves, and Pam immediately felt better. "I need a large Diet Coke with a lot of ice," she demanded. "Right now!"
On the way to the fast food restaurant, Chromiak told me, her passenger described making her first million dollars before the age of thirty-two and not knowing what to do with all her money. In reality, she worked at a department store cosmetics counter. The patrol car, stuffed with Ramsey belongings, went to a drive-up window, and Pam (still wearing the BPD jacket) settled down with a Happy Meal. Chromiak paid the bill.
*Here's what I'm thinking - what a spoiled little liar. Screaming about the gloves, having the officer, who is driving at the time, pull them off of her like Chromiak is her maid...bragging about having a million dollars and not knowing what to do with the money when she works at a make-up counter (why would a millionaire bother working a job like that? She likes cosmetics and applying them and selling them that much?)...and having the officer who isn't a millionaire and is doing her an extremely huge favor pick up the bill for her snack.
I just want to slap her and tell her to get over herself.