“You are out of your fucking mind,” she yelled at her mother, “if you think you can tell me who I can go out with. Unless you plan to keep me in...my room for two more years, you better get that thought out of your head right now. In fact, I hear Wes Mansfield is out on bail. Didn’t you want me to accept a date with him last summer? That shows your taste. Maybe I’ll give him a call. I heard he doesn’t give the girl a choice about backing out. It’ll just be over and done with and you won’t have to. Only a brief stretch of a moment passed before Collin remembered the guy’s name. The girl fluffed back her hair, smiled slightly. Tiffany Dean. Her name rushed back to Collin as well. He introduced himself, but she responded with a limped hand that spoke more of disinterest than anything else. ‘A lot of surprises here tonight,’ Phillip said. ‘I’ll see you inside, man.’ The lodge still smelled of floor polish and musty corners. And even in the dim interiors, Collin still had a profound sense of. I looked up and saw a short, round white woman dressed in black. A closer look told me she was a police officer. She asked me how I was doing. I said I was fine, wondering what she was doing there. She asked me why I was doing here. I told her that I was security. She asked me what I had in my hand. I calmly showed her that it was a book. By now she stood six or seven feet from me. I looked at her, and told her what security company I was with. She asked to see some identification, even though. I blew up at this stupidity and went to find a judge. When I told him the problem, the judge burst out laughing and explained that the clerk had only been on the job for a week. He was the son of a local politician and so full of himself, it was a wonder that he could fit through the door. The judge told me that he would take care of things and I should follow him.The judge walked up to the clerk and asked, "Mortimer Blandings, do you know who I am?" Y... y... yes, sir, Judge Zigler. I know who.