"Where... ?" My office. We'll talk briefly. Then I want to introduce you to Mr. Sam Jeffery. What a night! And it's just begun." Congratulations, Darr...n," Barbara said and squeezed his arm with hers as they watched Phil and Carrie disappear into the gallery owner's office."Did I hear what I thought I heard?" Harriet asked. "Did that little man say all your paintings have been sold already, Darrin?" That's what he said, Mom," Darrin stated with a wide smile. "That little man is Phil Kensington,. "He gave a small apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have something at home. Need to take care of something."Damion let out a sigh of disappointment. "It's okay, I understand. How about this Sunday?" Sure," Todd said. "The normal place?" You know it!" Damion grinned as he left, leaving him the only person still in his cubicle. Slamming his face on his desk, Todd sighed deeply.Work, the very word shakes many people to their core. Whether you were a pensioner, a working class citizen, or a college. Yet again I was shut out of their conversation, and I noticed they were standing closer and closer together, with their hands intertwined. Last call came as a huge relief; I was getting tired of being ignored."Guess I'm gonna call a cab," Aaron said."Don't be silly," Marta replied, "come stay with us we're right around the corner."I froze, my worst fears racing through my mind. I stammered, "s-s-sure, I guess that would be fine."Even though I knew exactly what was going to happen I felt. I don’t know if she sensed that this was going to be a private meeting or if she just knew, somehow, that her presence would be uncomfortable, but it was appreciated. I hadn’t shared any of this movie business with her, nor the story behind it all.Neville had supplied the studio with a synopsis of what I could add to the story, both in enlarging the scope and providing detail unavailable anywhere else. The studio had pushed back and, while acknowledging my interest and my valuable contribution,.