" Well, there you go. A love of old buildings and good math skills. Sounds like architect to me." Architect," Ken mused to himself. "My friend, I mean... my Dad, I mean ... my adopted Dad, friend of the family, really..." Ken sighed, trying to figure out how to describe Sandra, "he's an architecture critic in England ... Do you really think I could?"Ken looked up at Tim and somehow their foreheads were touching again."Of course you could," Tim said, softly. "You're smart, you're organized, and. A short time later I called Dorothy, a rare occurrence, to let her know I was on my way and went home to pack. I seldom called her at work because someone else usually answered the phone. She called me at home an hour later to say she was packed and ready to leave. We agreed to meet at the metro airport in a half hour. We decided that was a better place to leave my car than in a shopping mall parking lot where something unfortunate might happen to it during the three days. I parked my car and. “Food court,” Bill replied. “I need one of you to come over to the pro shop,” Angela sighed. “They think one of the local kids stole something.” “I am on my way,” Bill replied. Adrian nodded to him as he exited the vehicle and got into the other. With whirling orange lights and a low siren, Bill took off to the pro shop. Adrian began thinking about going home. Solaria would have dinner cooked and ready for him. She had told him many times that he didn’t have to work, it seemed she could easily. Do you have any ideas why she would do this?’ ‘Oh yes, absolutely. There are several other women doing the same thing. I am pretty sure there was a little conspiracy going on here.’ ‘Conspiracy! What do you mean by conspiracy?’ ‘Well, several of the other women had been doing this for a while and I assume that they convinced your mother to join the club.’ ‘What club?’ ‘It’s not really a club. It’s just something that the ladies do to break up the monotony of having to live here. We try and.