“Like it hasn’t cost us enough already?” Hanson asks ruefully. “Besides, it’s Kloser’s money. He can foot the bill. But we need someone we...can trust.”“Everyone has bailed on us because of Kloser,” Rudolph reminds the man. “It will be hard to find someone trusting on such short notice. What if we ask Kloser? He is sure to have a few contacts.”“You really think that is wise, Rudy?” Hanson asks, looking up at the man standing over his desk. “No. We will not go crawling to him. It’s just what he. She likes to think she is the best thing since sliced bread to the independently owned real estate brokerages in the whole city. I am so sick of hearing that. Independently Owned Real Estate Brokerage, like it’s a title granted by the Queen, a Duchess of Something, or General Somebody.’ ‘Ah, so you mean your mother, huh?’ ‘Of course, I mean my mother. She was never there for me. She had her fancy, schmancy career to take up her time.’ ‘Hey! You benefited from that career. You had good clothes,. ‘It’s obviously a special affair. Everyone looks so formal and elegant.’ Julie laughed. ‘Not really. It’s tasteful to dress properly for dinner from time to time. We always do it on these occasions. I’m sure I can find an evening gown for you to wear at dinner. It’s as well to be like the rest of us, then you won’t feel out of place. I’ll look some things out for you and leave them on your bed whilst you have a hot bath. I’m sure you’re ready for one. And I’m sure Robert can find a dinner suit. Reaching into a little bag she had brought with her, she pulled out two paper clamps and held them to my mom's eyes. "See, I told you I had them somewhere. Now you can stop begging me to buy some!" Mom bit her lower lip lustfully as she looked at them, then shook her head clear. "Please Jillian, lets go to your house. I can't do this here. I don't feel comfortable..." "Oh hush up or I'll stuff that apple over there in your mouth!" My mother's eyes went wide as Jillian did a double take and went.