When the lights went out, you forgot the earrings in your rush to get out of the house. Is that about it?"She gave me a quizzical look. "How did you k...ow that the lights went out?"I held up the master breaker that I pulled from the box."Oh God, No! You were there. Please, John, don't tell me that you were there."I smiled and got out of the chair. "I wasn't alone. Terry and Woody were with me. We will be gone in the morning. We bought a shrimp boat down in Bayou La Batre, Alabama. I hope that. I had been invited to dinner with them at the apartment only once. Sometimes I ran into Julia on the elevator.I was the one to answer the phone that day. We greeted each other and had a bit of chit-chat about the weather or something. Then she said, “Lenore’s at Lehman a lot. I’d like you to come down someday and share a drink with me.”My antennae immediately went up. Why does she want to do that? I didn’t answer but she pushed it along. “What day would be good for you?”I couldn’t just blow her. I opened the door. "Mrs. Morrison?"She glared at me and nodded."Come in, please. Can I get you a cup of tea, or coffee?" I turned and walked into the house, leaving the door open. I walked to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I turned to see her standing in the archway to the living room.She looked ready to burst, but I watched her breath deep and run her hands through her short hair. She looked young. Too young to be going through the hell she was currently experiencing."I don't. I figured my gleaming new four-wheel drive truck (complete with leather seats) would clinch the deal, and that I would have the chance to get to know her better over dinner."See, there's plenty of room in the back for your bike," I said, popping open the back glass with the remote-entry key. She had stopped a few feet away, and she had an odd, nervous look on her face."Listen, it's really nice of you to offer, Dave, but I don't want to be any more trouble."This was taking politeness a bit far,.