He hoped that he could cheer her up with what he had been researching online. He went into the kitchen and made a couple of cups of her favorite herba... tea. He saw her look over at him as she heard the noises. She gave him a little smile. Picking up both cups, Don wandered into the living room and sat down with Bridget. She picked up the tea and blew on it lightly for a moment. She smiled again. This time it had a little more warmth. ‘Thanks, Sweetie. This is just the thing for a dreary day,’. They were as close to a circle of friends as she’d ever had before coming to serve Nick. Several of them still called her “El” from the years when she’d gone as Eleanor at the call center. Nearly to a one, she saw a new level of respect from them. When she’d washed out of the factotum program as an ISOC, she’d gotten a fair amount of gentle, unspoken pity from many of them. Now, she held a position they all envied - personal assistant to one of the richest of the Stones.Of course, more than a. Just be ready to go at 5:30 and we’ll get you into the groove!”“What do I need to wear to work?” I ask. I’m kind of nervous that it might be some kind of Hooters or Tilted Kilt type of thing which I’m not sure how I’ll get use to so Ben surprises me with his answer.“Nothing special Bridget. What you are wearing today will be fine. Maybe put your hair up like you have it so it doesn’t get in folks food but other than that jeans or shorts and a T-shirt are fine. I have some Taboo Coffee. His first six casts yielded nothing, but his seventh provided some resistance, and the end that was in the water began to jerk from side to side. Reeling his catch out of the water revealed a young crappie. Not big enough to keep, but the catch had added some spice to the day."What's that?" Penelope asked, appearing at his elbow as he pulled the hook out of the fish's mouth."It's a crappie." Victor replied. "Haven't you ever been fishing?" Yeah." Penelope replied. "Dad used to take me fishing.