“Yeah, this summer you mentioned the role-playing and um ... problem-solving. The Avery Program takes two weeks! Three class periods a day. That’s...a lot of time—and you never told me what do you do in there, even when Tom and I asked.”“Lynette, we’ve been told over and over, never to tell anyone what happens in the sessions ‘cause what we’re doing is solving puzzles as a group. If we tell about it, it’ll spoil it for others. And the other sessions, well, you’ve just gotta do them, they’re ace.. Both knew this was a job that would end for the both of them when the problems were resolved.They dined at a pub that night. With the exception of Frank and Gwen, all the talk was of the war. All were enthusiastic about the quick victory. However Frank was more interested in bedding Gwen than war. Gwen confessed her attraction to him and that she lived alone in a tiny one room flat about an hour from where they enjoyed their dinner."This is it," Gwen said, stepping into the tiny room. A. ”“Maybe I should change to become a Republican? Do I get a vote then?”I grinned and waved off the idea. “No! Forget it! Do you know how many votes it’s worth with you as a Democrat? It’s a great human-interest item!”Brewster smiled and agreed with me. Around the table the other political types nodded as well.Cheryl Dedrick cleared her throat, and I turned to face her. She looked over at her husband, Jim, who I recalled was a paving contractor in Reisterstown. Then she said, “I don’t know how. In the parking lot below, bearing no lights, a car ghosted along, almost unseen. He tentatively identified the gray form as a Toyota or Nissan sedan. Good way to get creamed, he thought wryly. Following the serpentine roadway, the vehicle disappeared behind 8600 Belvedere, reappearing moments later to slowly enter 8500’s underground parking garage. He leaned on the rail, wondering if the driver was male or female, sober or drunk, maybe getting high like him. The absence of lights indicated.