I didn’t smoke much more anymore—just as I didn’t often go over my limit of one Scotch and water, but I was at loose ends tonight.As I was stand...ng there, the young man who had been looking past the older man who was trying for a hookup at the bar came out and paused when he’d seen me. Indeed, with the windows by the door, he could have seen me just outside, smoking, from the bar. He paused on the other side of the door and lit up a cigarette as well.“Es sind die Gruben, die man in der Bar. You would pick me up on that, wouldn't you? Now Dale will think I spend half my time sniffing books. Very occasionally, say if an old book has been rebound, you can smell the solvents from the adhesive, but not enough to give a glue sniffer a kick. Die-hard book lovers enjoy the fresh smell of a new book, it's part of the obsession, I wouldn't call it substance abuse.'Dale said, 'I probably shouldn't ask, but would the Larchers be worth more if he could be persuaded to sign them now?''As a. I can't imagine someone knowing you and not feeling some affection for you. You are the type of person who just unconsciously attracts other people because you make them feel good by being around you. Take me, for example!" I said that last to make him laugh, and it worked. He was getting too somber for my taste.We showed up at the lawyer's office for the reading of the will. I was there at the specific request of Mr. Turner. Tom and I were the only ones in the lawyer's office to hear the will. She was a true sportswoman, and treated Tess (and me, for that matter) with the utmost propriety and respect. Most disconcerting, for me, was the fact that Tess' rival was preternaturally calm. Nothing seemed to shake Martha McLaughlin's confidence. On the fourth hole -- a short par 3 -- she overcooked one and ended up past the green by 40 yards. She'd left her ball hanging off a 45-degree slope -- the bank of a little stream running through the course. There was no way She was going to get.