"Rudy nodded. "Well, then, that's your first task, Sheldon. Make sure you and Sylvia have what she needs on this. There's not much argument about whic... firm is going to do this - Dennis Jones is our CEO's uncle." Rudy leaned back with a grin. "But, if I know the boss, he's turning the screws on Dennis's fees already. I'm pretty sure we've got a good outfit working for us."Why don't the two of you go at it? Call me if you need me. And, Sylvia..."The dark eyes turned toward Rudy."Sheldon has gone. After dinner John and Jo were snuggling on the sofa watching TV when John’s mobile phone rang. “I have to go in to work,” He explained. “There’s a problem with an alarm system and they need me to sort it out tonight.” “What time will you be back?” Jo asked. “Difficult to say right now, but don’t wait up.” John suggested. “I’ll try not to disturb you if it’s really late.” Jo closed and locked the door as John pulled out of the driveway. Fancying a bit of a pamper Jo decided to pour herself a. They were reaching across to the coffee table to snag nuts or candy or other hors d'oeuvres, sometimes spilling a little wine or whiskey. The small fireplace put a smoky smell into the air, and those sitting close by were ruddy from the flame, even Margaret, who was trying to draw some warmth from it. Everyone else seemed to be having a wonderful time.Just before her turn at the game, Margaret saw Matt Cameron kiss Nancy Eberle under the mistletoe. This wasn't surprising, given all the teasing. ‘Sit here,’ she said and patted the grass next to her. ‘Come and talk to me, you never talk to me.’ I reddened at the reminder of my awkwardness around the girl/woman but I sat next to her nonetheless. ‘Why?’ Josephine asked once I was sat with enforced stiffness caused by my khaki suit. ‘Why what?’ I asked disingenuously. ‘Why don’t you talk to me?’ Josephine asked perplexed at my apparent stupidity. I mumbled and shuffled my backside uncomfortable at her directness. ‘What?’ Josephine.