"Your breakfast will be ready in thedining room in 1 hour. Would you like tea or coffee?" Oh leave it up to you as usual, heavens Edward what would I ...o withoutyou....?"Later that afternoon Montie was to be found in deep conversation withLady Entwhistle and Colonel Pickering carefully explaining theintricacies of the contoured flower beds that would have to be fencedoff well beforehand, when suddenly Lady Entwhistle's eyes closed and forno apparent reason she sat down."Montie quick the smelling. You are? (there was a blank spot here for me tofill in my first name, I chuckled and penciled in“Bob”.) I need to talk to you about something. It’skind of personal and private. Could you spare a fewminutes on your way to work this morning and talk tome? If so, just follow me on the way out and we’ll talkwhen we get away from the station. It was signed “Josie” in a clear, fluent hand. I wrote“sure thing!” on the bottom of the note and handed itback. Actually, I wouldn't mind if a little more of the romance part was in the open. Steve and Gwen are reminding me of how we were before we had three daughters to worry about." You and Dad were like me and Steve?" asked Gwen as she entered the room and took a seat. "You were a senior when you met Dad, weren't you, Mom? How long did you date him before you made love?" That is none of your business! Your father was a senior in college and came back to Sparta to watch a football game his cousin Jim. Every muscle in her body felt tight. She’d been hunched over her keyboard for too many hours, craning her neck to read the small numbers on her screen. She stopped to rub her eyes when a deep voice at the door spoke. ‘Excuse me,’ he asked, ‘I’m supposed to be in a meeting with Albert Robinson. Can you tell me how to find him?’ The man was tall, with broad shoulders and an electric smile. His dark eyes pierced her. ‘It’s left,’ Caroline pointed from her chair, ‘then right… um, and around a.