After all these years, I still remember their names: Gretchen and Misty, two little girls about seven or eight at the time. Misty had long black hair,...always braided into two tall pigtails. Gretchen had shoulder-length, straight blond hair. Because of the slush and snow outside, the teachers had commanded us all to leave our shoes in the corridor to keep the classroom floors slightly less spotty. The other children all wore their shoes outside for recess, so tiny Gretchen, Misty, and I sat. I was accompanied by my Executive Personal Assistant. We checked into the Saint Louis Hilton and were unctuously shown to the top floor suite Mary had reserved for me. According to Charlie’s information, Mrs. Plath was in Room 1415, two floors below. I attended the award dinner that evening and enjoyed it very much, thank you. It was a formal affair and I wore a tuxedo. I sat near the head table with several other people I knew from Wharton. Mrs. Plath was quite stunning in a long burgundy. “Sully don’t he isn’t worth it, I don’t need you getting into trouble because of me alright I feel bad enough that you came all this way even though I told you not to and I know I should have known better that you would have come either way. Listen, l-let’s just go for a drink, take me to the bar or we could just stay at the house. Either way I want to take a shower and get changed.” Jordyn pleaded with Sully staring at him, his gazed moved up to hold hers and he studied her, he just loved her. "Hon, we all agree with you, but I still can't sell you a beer."Feeling that she'd won a small victory Isidora settled for a coke. Her temper turned off as fast as it had turned on. The meal turned out to be decent, and before we'd finished, almost every woman in the house stopped by the table to wish Isidora good luck with her marriage. It reminded me of our night in the restaurant in Georgia, except there, every well-wisher wanted to ply us with alcohol.Later that evening I did get to realize.