It definitely improves one’s mood.When we got to her street she said, “Please stop a few doors down the block. It may seem strange, but it would b... awkward if the doorman saw me sitting in front.”That was an interesting bit of reticence on her part. I wondered what codes of behavior she had learned in 1950s Connecticut.When I stopped I joshed a bit with her, “Olive, I know you’ve paid in advance, but it is customary to tip the driver too.”She mock-scowled at me, “I think you’ve already gotten. He got the point. Okay, he’d play it her way. He fingered some background chords. “That group over there.. You with them?”“They’re people who knew my husband. He was in the oil business. Texts oil. Ranchland Oil. You may know the company.Who didn’t? Nathan thought. He had to play it right now.“Of course you have to remain with their party,” ha said, “since they were associates of your husband.” He was really asking a question, but she. Sam edged slowly towards thehallway, taking care to not make a sound. He held the camera close to hischest. The door banged again. From the other side a deep voice rang out."Sir!?! Mr Sam Simons!?! Can you please let us in!" Who is..." Sam caught himself before he could finish. He cringed andheld his head in his free hand. What had he done? Not only had he letwhoever was out there know he was inside the apartment but he hadanswered in a voice that was definitely a mans voice."Mr Simons!?! Is. " Her voice shook a bit as she spoke."Hey baby. How was school today?" I asked as gently as I could."It was fine." Well are you excited about your party tomorrow, Birthday Girl?" Sheseemed to loosen up as I asked, but she likely knew that her mother hadreminded me."Yeah, I guess. I invited Kylie and Jennifer over. And Brandon."Brandon?" Yeah, he's the guy I'm seeing." Oh, well I can't wait to meet him."The next day I was prepared. I was going to make it up to Claire. I wasgoing to get her the.