The small stature of Oscar reduced the man’s fear of strangers sufficiently that he went outside rather than talk to him through the window. In a vo...ce hoarse with age, he asked, “Who are you?”“I’m Oscar Meyers.”The man looked at the truck by the road and asked, “Did it break down?”“No,” Oscar answered with a smile.“So what are you doing here?” the old man asked looking back at Oscar.Reaching into his pocket of his cloak, Oscar withdrew a small gold coin. The flash of light from the coin. First was a giant tiger who paced out while peering with baleful eyes at the people gathered before him. He was followed by two beautiful girls, instantly recognized as the Nobel-prize winners, and then another giant tiger. He took his position on one side of the microphone and positioned the girls on the other. The two tigers took house-cat poses flanking the rostrum."Good afternoon, everyone, and thank you for coming," Gates began. "First, I want to apologize for the short notice, but I will. Even in her moment of pure panic, she realised she had noted that that is exactly how a white shirt should look on a man. No buttons under stress but equally no spare fabric. Ironed, perfectly white, fitted to an inch.She looked higher, an open-necked shirt, stubbled chin, and up into those eyes. Eyes she could spend days thinking about. She snapped her head down as she apologised. Her hands ferreting in her bag for something, anything to clear up the coffee. Or better still a time machine. To. It was as though her emotions were over acted. He would never say it without more proof, but he thought she was playing his friend like a fiddle. Eric was wealthy and there were some women who were willing to use any means possible to get access to that wealth.Eric frowned and stared at Dan. After a minute he said, “I’m going out for about a half an hour. Talk to Linda and get to know her.”“There’s no need to do that,” Dan protested.“You need to know her,” Eric said. He was going to marry Linda.