Difficulties ... for former colleagues; as you will no doubt understand."The President eyed him carefully, and with a sly smile, gave his approval. "I...see what you are getting at, Jeeves. You need deniability, don't you?" I couldn't have put it better myself, sir. I would however need some plausible reason for my temporary absence from here, though."The President thought for a moment. "That girl, Jeeves. She does not appear to be very happy, and is not very compliant with my wishes, much though. Cables pulled everything back up into the shadows above the lights. Touching another button, he opened two more doors on the far wall, across from the door he came in. One was a doorway leading down a dark hall, and the other, a brightly lit, shallow alcove. The alcove was the size of a bedroom closet, and arranged as a display case for a variety of weapons from many cultures, modern to ancient. Prominently hung as the center piece was a sword, an early American Calvary saber. It’s long,. I never realized that we had so many interesting neighbors,” his mother said. “I’ve been getting calls all morning. You wouldn’t believe the kinds of invitations that we’ve gotten.”“I don’t want to hear about it,” Sean said.“Max’s mother called and wanted to know if we would come over for a visit one night,” his mother said.“Why would they invite you over?” Sean asked. He regretted asking the question even before the words were out of his mouth.“She mentioned something about a leather and lace. “Betty,” I said softly, placing my hand on her shoulder. “Why don’t you go to the hospital with Harold? I’ll keep an eye on Amelia.” I gave her a gentle push towards the ambulance and, almost zombie-like, she headed over.I found Amelia sitting in their living room, a grand old room decorated in lemon yellow, large, formal furniture, and elegantly decorated with Degas and Monet paintings. Amelia, dressed for bed in her pale lime cotton pajamas, looked lost.I sat next to her and draped my arm.