She turned up the sound on the passionless mathematical precision. She looked at her mentor driving the car. At middle age he had not lost his looks. ...e was neither fat nor slender. His hair was light brown, showing speckles of gray. He sported a van dyke beard. One could never quite discern his expression because the corners of his mouth hid behind it. He was well-dressed and his car well-appointed. It was a twenty mile drive to the restaurant and they said little on the way, listening to the. Although they were angry for very different reasons, they were all angry with the same person – Ephraim. At that particular point they were all hunting for him, baying for blood. He couldn’t have cared less. He was letting himself in through the back door of the house as everyone else was converging on the front. Isobel was angry with Ephraim because he had stood her up. They were supposed to have met for dinner and then a movie and… well, whatever came after. Isobel had had such high hopes. . She pulled the folded facecloth from over her eyes and turned her head and watched Peter as he moved to the tub. He was smiling as he sat on the edge of the tub. “I see you didn’t wait for me to bathe you today,” he said, still smiling. “I wasn’t sure...,” She started, then Peter interrupted. “It’s alright, I had several things to take care of, and didn’t realize I’d been gone so long,” he said. “I’ve already told you that I have a small dinner party planned here this coming Saturdayevening,. So I just sit and observe. I try not to be too obvious, like I'll use the windows as mirrors sometimes, or concentrate on the women who are reading papers, so there's less chance they'll catch me at it.Hey, wait, this is making me sound like some kind of pervert. It's not like that, I swear. It's just ordinary people watching, except I'm lucky enough to have some very pretty people to watch.Take Stephen King Lady (she's got one of his books open constantly. Either she's an incredibly slow.