It all has to do with seniority and I don't have much. Why?"He hesitated and then he said, "I think you need to spend more time closer to home in the ...fternoons and early evenings." Why?" I wanted to know."Well" he said, "It's not really any of my business and I'm probably sticking my nose in where it doesn't belong, but Barb is starting to spend too much time with the wrong crowd."I stared at him, "What are you trying to say? You accusing Barb of something?" and I felt the anger start to rise. In 1912, when I was twenty, I was working for a diamond and jewelry merchant on 49th Street in Manhattan.The owner of the place, Jacob Timmerman, believed that he had a right – or an obligation – to spank female employees for various mistakes and transgressions. That was always delivered on their bare behinds while they were stretched over his lap. Any female under about forty was liable to get this punishment. This being 1912, Timmerman got away with it.He didn’t do it that often, perhaps four. “We are,” Ellerie replied. She’d refused to speak openly while they were still out on the streets, so Josip had found an inn that had enough rooms for everyone, plus a private dining room for the group to get together. “We have a good idea of the route to Tir Yadar, but we didn’t know where to begin. Now we do. Tir a Tir is the starting point.”“We think it’s the starting point,” Bobo said.Ellerie glared at him, but had to concede the point. The book had been ambiguous about where the author’s. " I couldn't imagine just what was so important, but I quickly wrapped a towel around me and followed her.When I reached to top of the stairs I started to ask what was wrong, but she quickly pressed her hand over my mouth and told me to be quiet. She took me by the hand and led me over to the door of my brother Erick's room, who is just about ten months younger than us.She pushed the door open just a bit for us to peek through, and there on the bed was Erick holding magazine in one hand, while.