George and the rest of the heavenly band. Here you go.’ ‘Thanks Colonel.’ The bangers and mash were astounding. The next evening saw me in the d...awing room of Harold Caldwell at the billiard table. Caldwell is an investment banker and futures trader. He is a five feet seven, in his mid fifties, very thin with dark hair, brown eyes and a persuasive smile. A picture on the mantelpiece was a young woman who was not his ex-wife or his daughter. The music coming from his house wide sound system was. ”“That’s fine. You can keep on playing. But when you want to get back on your feet, we can help you find something that you’d like to do. There are more connections in this room than you probably realize.”“You all?”“Believe it or not. We know people who know people.”“You’re sweet, and thank you. I think that I’m going to mooch off of my dad for a little longer.” She paused a moment, staring at nothing. “But you know what I’d really like to do?”“What’s that?” Ellen asked.“This last week has been. It was if the fates had said 'ok, girl, we are giving you another chance. Don't mess it up this time'. This girl's not going to mess it up this time, Darling David. I love you, I always have."The meal was forgotten, we sat holding each other not even talking as words were superfluous at that moment. Was this the time to abandon the dishes, forget the lights, let the tea go cold and go up to her bed and sink into each other. Nice thought, but we both had to work tomorrow. And as Ann had said. “It’s you, ah, it’s your room, you let us stay, so you can’t, I mean, if anything, we should sleep on the floor.”“You’re my guests, what kinda hospitality would that be?” Brian asked, putting on his charming grin. “And more importantly, you’re girls. There’s no way I’m letting delicate and lovely creatures such as yourselves sleep on the floor like common beasts.” Chloe woulda MURDERED me for saying something flippant and sexist like that, even though she probably would’ve agreed with.