..hi. Can I help you?" She asked.Josh tried to pick his words carefully. "Do you remember me?"She began to look nervous. She wasn't used to this line ...f questioningfrom a stranger. "Um...yeah," she said, although Josh couldn't be sure ifshe was lying."What's your name?"The cashier frowned. "Lyda."There was a twitchy, bird-like young man behind Josh. "What the hell isthis, a make-out session?" He squawked angrily. "Some of us have placesto be."Josh did his best to ignore him. "I've got to talk. It was always nice to start the day out with someone paying you a compliment.Both Jan and Sue were wearing conservative outfits. Dark slacks and light blouses. Very little jewelry and makeup, I noticed. They were very attractive women in my view and I wondered why the everyday outfits. The looked very nice, but very ordinary. I suppose, in the back of my mind, I wanted them to stand out. I wondered if I could convince them to "show off" a bit more.We found a place at a table with two people. "Scott and Sonja tell all these stories about what a hardcase Zivah is, but she was our guide for the whole trip and was the perfect hostess. She's warm and friendly, very talkative. We had a ball." You caught her on her good behavior," Scott snorted. "You were our guests, so she wasn't going to turn hardnose on us. Believe me, that worked so well I'm not sure I want to go there again without taking guests." She was a little disappointed we didn't bring Sabra and Scotty," Sonja reported. "But. But she needs to have budget for the post. So she's asking someone in Canberra to have dollars put into her account for a graduate student doing whatever. When that gets done, you'll get a formal letter. Her phone call was a courtesy. And now, my congratulations." Thanks. I'm really excited."I walked next door with her. "Want to see my den of iniquity?" I asked Mary. She laughed as I ushered her in."It's very nice," she said."It's an office. A place to work. I'd be afraid to make it too.