See?" It was Margie, leaning over a keyboard. The camera must have been above the position of the screen, because I could see her face looking intentl... at something just above the lens of the camera. I could also see beyond her to a grey-haired man, about 50. I vaguely remembered seeing him at the Christmas party -- thin, athletic, and professional looking. One of the upper mid-level bosses, I guess, just high enough to merit an office of his own, and maybe to share the use of the support staff. "Brian, right?"He leaned a little closer and she noticed he had beer on his breath. "That's right. I was wondering if you would like to hook up sometime, ya know, do somethin' together."Subtle, real subtle, and I am so not interested, she thought. Still, she did not really want to piss him off. "Yeah, well, who knows? Maybe." Fact, why don't you roll with me now? Parents aren't home — we could have a couple beers, see that happens." He ran a finger lightly down her arm. She shivered and took a. Funny… it was light outside now. How did that happen? Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he grabbed the phone. ‘Archie… this is David. They found her… it’s not good.’ ‘What happened?’ Somewhere in his mind, he knew from the tone in Mr. Williams’s voice that ‘it’s not good’ was an understatement. ‘I… I think you should come here to Omaha.’ ‘Of course. I’ll be there as quick as I can … Wait… Omaha? You’re in Omaha? Why are you in Omaha?’ ‘Archie, there’s been an accident. She’s holding on,. Anyway, at every gathering that we'd both attended, Marie had always come to hunt me out for at least one dance.Actually she was a fun person, who had a whole string of admirers following her around with their tongues hanging out. Marie told me she enjoyed dancing with me because she never had to ... well, keep control of the situation."That's the biggest problem I've had since my divorce." She'd said with a smile one evening. "Some guys think that because I'm a divorcée, then I have to be.