She met a guy, then another guy, then her husband. She had k**s, built a life, drifted off. I did the same - a career, a different sense of authority...and self. We connected years later over Facebook, of all places. Our correspondence was light and flirtatious and full of substance, twenty years of catching up. I learned the names of her c***dren, the details of her divorce, her plans to start a new business. I told her how I had picked up a little gray, dressed more professionally, was no. So the night started with Carole sending me (Mandy) a text saying "do not be late tonight" I text back asking "why?" No response anyway I returned home earlier than normal to find Carole dressed to the nines I mean she looked stunning, she stood in front of me with a satin black skirt, stockings, black patent shoes with ankle straps, a white blouse and her hair tied up, her make up was perfect finished off with deep red lipstick, I couldn't say a thing all I could do was look so Carole being. That was unusual. She and I were almost like clockwork arriving at seven. There was no note on my desk and nothing on my voice mail. I thought of calling her at home but decided not to. She might be ill or maybe just had slept in for the first time.She arrived at the office just before eight, walking in and hanging up her light spring coat before seating herself at her desk. She didn't acknowledge me or say good morning. She just sat, looking at her laptop screen, probably reviewing her. To most of them, being a chauffeur is just a part-time job, but with Fred, it’s more like a lifestyle.Knowing that Fred is getting Mom this exclusive tea set, made me think about getting her some of the best tea that I can find anywhere, but then again it didn’t seem personal like I want it to be.“Hey John, put a call into either Bobby or Sammy, I think if we can swing it, I would like to have a nice steak with sautéed mushrooms and onions, glazed carrots, and a fat baked potato,” I tell him..