Dr K: Oh! Did you not wonder why Mr Davidson turned up at the scene? You do know he was there, right?Mahler: Yes, yes, of course I know he was there. ... just assumed that he was passing and stopped to check out what was happening.Dr K: Ah!Mahler: I guess I better go and talk to Elizabeth Davidson myself. If she’s a best friend, she might be able to give me some useful background.Dr K: Okay.Mahler: So, er, I’m told I have to, er ... What I mean is that ... Who all should I be adding to the girl’s. " I don't pay attention to money. I've got it. My manager wants to collect his share. If you need more money for it, I'll just write you a personal check and we'll skip all the contract shit," Joanne said."Let's keep the business business," I said profoundly. "That way, love and friendship can survive, even if we aren't successful. Now, about tomorrow."We continued the discussion for another hour to prepare for Jess coming down tomorrow. Maggie was taking the day to work in the studio with Jess. After a moment or two, the young woman decided to continue."I saw an advert asking for people to come and sit with the old people." Residents," corrected the grim faced receptionist with a look of disgust."Right, sorry. Residents." Leanne could see her usual charm wasn't having much luck here, but she decided to persevere. "You know, chat to them. Keep them company. That kind of thing. And, well, I guess I'm here to offer my... services."Leanne waited patiently as the receptionist remained. Stop running yourself down, or I'll spank you."I lay on my side as Martha paged through her book to lull herself to sleep, as she usually did when she was alone. I gazed out the window and listened to the city. Martha was right: being with kindred souls made a difference. I wondered how I would handle myself when I returned home. The very idea of having to fly back to Memphis loomed threateningly, making the spread of the next few weeks seem like a paltry few minutes. How much did Martha think.