Want to come up?"Ed affirmed that and a few minutes later he sat on the other side of her desk to report."George Petersen definitely prefers to sell r...ther than merge, Mrs. Maxwell. He's 63 and his son is a Wallstreet type who won't ever take over the business. Petersen wants out and have some fun with his money while he still can."El Halberd had rarely sounded so urgent Josie thought. He had followed a hunch, a few weeks ago at a convention when he sounded out George Petersen about the chances. ”Mr. Jensen laughed and said, “Dinner and a movie? Young man, I take my women to the submarine races.”“What are those?”“Well, it’s a very special kind of date. You drive her up to a quiet place along a river and tell her you are there for the submarine races. Since submarines race under water, there isn’t much to see. So that leaves lots of time for other things, if you know what I mean.”“So I take it you’re still active?”Mr. Jensen laughed at the question and answered, “Ever hear of Viagra,. I was going to do something about that. How can you study when you're folded up like an accordion?Lunch on Wednesday was different. Samantha and Simon had moved to a different table with Liz and the guy from her church. I didn't see Cassie at all. I invited Lionel to join our table."You sure it would be okay? Mostly the brothers sit over there." He nodded with his head toward a couple tables that were completely filled with black kids."Look, friend," I said. "Either you join me at our table and. That might have been her first eagle, ever!"Kim and Tess, in terms of scoring, were both standing still. However, outside of this Donna Fregosi, whose round was almost completed, their only competition was coming from Webb, and from each other. Nobody else in the field, it seemed, was making a serious move.Kim finally birdied one on the eleventh. We got word that Fregosi had completed her final round with a sizzling 63 -- breaking the course record so recently tied by Kim. Kim's bird put her.