I decided to go over and see if he wanted to talk about it. "Hey, you look kinda dumped out..." What? Oh! Yeah. Bad news. Well, good news, maybe, just...not for me..."I stuck out my hand and said, "Bernice. There's a lot of that going around. Wanna talk about it? Somewhere quiet?"I watched him struggle with himself and knew that this wasn't the time to advertise; besides, if he wanted to look at my twat, it was at eye level, anyway. He shook my hand -- probably just out of politeness -- and said,. Maybe she could try and get him to mistype just right and get someone to help her. Problem was his typing is so bad to begin with. But still she had to try. As Salvor navigated to the Isolated Blurt thread she tried pushing and shoving hard, getting herself and the nearby forefinger to be just slightly off. Maybe Abs would catch it. She’s quick on the up take. What was she thinking, Abs would never see it. Or if she did, she’d call Sal a moronic crack monkey banging his keyboard with a dancing. Soon they were moving across the bridge to Manhattan. Once in the car, Angie and Gretchen held a hushed argument about what would happen on arrival.Saint Evangelina Missionary Hotel for Women, better known as Saint Evie's, was one of the places wealthy New York families sent their prized daughters. The accommodations were snug, by Park Avenue standards, but the security was unparalleled. The hotel was well situated to the uptown area and cabs were on contract for trips to the various colleges. Er...I really do need the helparound the house." She finished lamely."Oh tish tosh," Auntie B replied then turned her gaze back to Carol."Well darling child do you have plans for the summer besides cleaningthe house?"Under her intense gaze Carol had to admit that he had no plans for thesummer."Well then," Auntie B stated, "I won't demand an answer tonight as itis getting a bit late. Mary, as far as needing Carol to keep housewhile you are at work, we can get around that. I am prepared to.