The door opened easily... a crack... then wider. Hermother had a screen of clothing between them and the door. She closed thedoor silently at her back... although her husband was making so much noisethey wouldn't have heard her if she'd slammed it shut."What a lovely sleeve, Timmy darling," Audrey was saying in her creamiestmumsy voice, "in gorgeous milk chocolate satin for my little Timmy. Shallwe do some little love making inside Mummy-In-Law's satin blouse sleeve,hmmm? Shall we slip the nice. Suppose ... that we're all criminals, and now Malka is one of us. She's not a police officer anymore ... or at least not until she gets her badge back. You're asking me what I want, but that's the wrong question, because what I want doesn't matter. You see ... I don't have any choice. That priest obligated me to forgive Malka, and I'm going to have to, as hard as it is, I'm going to have to. So ... when Tuko brings her, I'll just deal with it."Eloisa gave the guys an angry look, and interjected. I never, not once, in all the time you were at the paper harassed you. All you ever had to do was say; "Stop, this is making me nervous and uncomfortable" and I would have stopped. That complaint will be in my file forever. A new production manager or HR manager who reviews the files will see it. In this day and age a harassment complaint is automatically assumed to be sexual harassment. Even if I left the paper and went looking for another job it would follow me. They would call for a. Ask for Luigi and show him some id and he'll let you have the key - it opens the main door into the lobby and to my apartment. I'll leave the fridge well stocked, so you won't need to shop for groceries. I'll be back late on Sunday evening. Shall I bring you a cow bell?" Geneva gin would be prefereable." You're an angel! Must fly, sweetie: I'm already running late. Thanks a million."A week later, after some complicated juggling of work commitments, Nick was on an express train travelling south.