His office building was downtown and convenient to everything. The best thing recently was his regular visits to the sandwich shop next door, “Crust... and Cookies.” Everyone in the office referred to it as “The Crust.” The reason for his regular visits recently was a rather tall strikingly pretty African American girl named Cassie. Aside from the fact that she was attractive, she was friendly and seemed content with the busy traffic in the shop every day. Terry was practically mesmerized by. He alsowanted to be a part of an organization his parents had built. He went onto lie that he had "discovered" himself when he attended fancy dress ballin women's wear (at a friend's insistence) and that occasion had opened upa side of his that he did not know existed. "You always did look like meyou know. You look really beautiful. And I love your saree and the way youhave worn your hair. Very classy and beautiful. Just like my daughter,"Mrs Mehta said touching Anjali on her arm. I saw Anjali. " I'll take you, but would you like to have lunch and see where you would be living? It's almost that time and having lunch there is always fun."Janet asked, "Are you safe to go with? You're not one of those closet maniacs are you?" Naw, ask DeDe. She'll tell you that I'm pretty dull other than I share her enthusiasm to fly."I saw Tiny and Steve leaving for lunch, and followed the two. Janet said, "You must not be hurting too bad to have a car like this. God, this thing is beautiful."I told her. Shereached back to run her hand up his neck and ruffle his hair. "You aresuch a dear," she said to him, articulating each word with a restrainedferocity I'd never heard from her before. Then she turned to lean onone elbow and stare again at me."Jenny dear, this is the marvelous man I've been talking about formonths now! Everyone knows about him. Nearly everyone." She looked atme, now somehow vastly amused. "But somehow you've never met, haveyou? Well, now that you have met, aren't.