Frank. Jane should have seen it coming. It was a pattern. She should have seen it when she thought of where they had met. A bar. A meat market. It was...where her crowd would hang out. The publishing crowd. A nice upper east side bar, with foliage and soft rock and soft stools on which to have found new company while leaning on the third drink. Frank had saddled up to Jane’s empty stool halfway through the night. Her inebriation was just becoming apparent. She got louder and not in control, not. It was then she found what she was looking for. She drove the car into the car park, found a spot close to the elevator, and leaving her cases inside the car, taking only her large handbag she went to the elevator and punched in the number for the hotel lobby. She was pleased to note this was the only hotel number on this elevator’s number pad. The rest were for car and mall floors.She checked in for only one night and paid in advance, particularly asking for a room between two occupied rooms. What a positively brilliant lunatic you are."Larry nodded with a sad little smile. "Yup, that's what I am. Alunatic."Eleanor wiped the mirthful tears from her eyes. "Heaven forgive me forasking, but why did I become...as you put it...a British noblewoman?" I don't know," Larry said, angry with himself that he didn't have ananswer. "Maybe you had sustained physical contact with a specific kindof individual. That might have influenced your temporal metamorphosis." Another noblewoman, perhaps?". On the other 'and 'e wasn't takin' no for an answer: get your clothes off, 'ave a shower, 'ave another shower, you're going to 'ave to learn to do as you're told. An' I said yes. An' I enjoyed sayin' yes. Oh shit! What 'ave I let meself in for?"Further thinking did nothing and she suddenly realised that she'd better get a wiggle on for her next cleaning client."Stuffy old biddy!" she said to herself again and giggled.Over the next week she continued to chew things over but, try as she could,.