''What makes you think that?''She's twenty-one, can't type, doesn't do shorthand and is terrible on the phone. Why else would he employ her if she...wasn't opening her legs for him.'Matt shrugged. 'So what have you got for me?''There's four sales and five purchases plus a couple of commercial leases, but you'll be passing those on I imagine.'Matt nodded.'I managed to negotiate a decent fee for you too. A quarter per cent on the sales and half a per cent of the purchases. You can thank me. Yeah it’s still back there. We don’t use it much anymore. Dad will take a nap on it every now and then, but every since I got old enough to go through the day without taking a nap, we haven’t really had a great need for it. Why?” Tom turned around and grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. “How about you close up early and you let me read to you like I use to when we were kids.” I smiled up at him. “Dad will kill me for closing early. Besides, I think we are sold out of Green Eggs and Ham.” “No. While Hilary bonded with his father over history, Hilary bonded withhis mother over cooking. Fond memories of him being a small child weremostly him watching his mother in the kitchen. Eventually, Hilarybegan to help his mother with all the cooking and even began preparingsome of the meals. By the time Hilary finished High School, he knewexactly what he wanted to be, so it was no surprise that he enrolledinto culinary school. His parents supported his dream and were morethan happy to see. As you know, he has not been in the best of health and I know Mrs Bagshotte was somewhat concerned about the exertion. The colonel and his wife are a very public-spirited couple and have been unstinting in their support. I should mention that the good lady provided refreshments throughout the long editing session and her home-made ginger biscuits were delicious. I have secured the use of a slide projector and Mr Dodderington, our photographer, has produced a number of excellent slides so I can.