Then I'll call the BubBarn and see about nappy service." She took Patrick up to his room and I could hear her switch on the wireless intercom. I put t...e two flowerpots into ceramic saucer-like things and sat them on the window ledge. Weena came back, still carrying Patrick. "You hold him while I phone."I took him and thought of telling about origins. "Do you know about the beginning?Baiame walked on the earth he had made, among the plants and animals, and created man and woman to rule over. Everyone called her gorgeous, or beautiful, but she didn’t see it. She just thought she was regular, maybe slightly above average. Her body, though, well she knew that was hot. Other girls jostled her as they all tried to touch up their makeup.Cheater! You cheated on him and he left you. You deserve what he did to you. He probably thinks this last year and a half was just a joke to you.Her eyes welled up, but she fought back the urge to cry and shook her head to clear her thoughts.“Come on. I have a surprise." Of course," I said. She gave me the address. Posh. Park Avenue. Midtown. Bess was a well kept woman.A liveried doorman met me at the door. "Joe Solomon?" he inquired."How did you know?" I asked. He showed me my photo--a candid shot walking outside my office building. I shook my head. "Yes," I said.He gave me a key. "Return it to me when you leave," he said. I wanted to ask what she did for him, but then again I didn't want to ask. I nodded.Entering through a short. It was a small house, just one bedroom upstairs and another door that I assumed was the bathroom, both leading off a small landing. Unlike the downstairs, the landing walls were covered with prints of paintings, mostly by Old Masters, and mostly of nude women, some voluptuous, others slimmer. The themes were all erotic, and I paused, taking in what I was seeing, as she stood quietly beside me. “These are…lovely,” I told her, “and interesting, the more you look at them, the more there seems to.