As they rested, he asked her about her job, her family back home, her friends, her childhood and her dreams. She found it easy to talk with him. His b...ue eyes looked into hers as he talked, and he was an attentive listener. They gathered up the debris from their snack and loaded the bike up, then got back on the road. By the time they got to Whistler, they had put on every bit of clothing they had. Even though it was one of the warmest summers on record for B.C., it felt cold riding through. ”She grinned. “She is both. I’ve played with her. You’re right. She’s fun. I’m off until after lunch in another twenty minutes.” I nodded.I went to the front area and Cassie took me into an office. ‘Did you talk to Lorrie?”“Yes.”“About me?”“Yes.”“And?”“And she’ll be off in fifteen minutes until after lunch. What about you?”“I can get away. Where do you want to go?”“I’ll pick the two of you up and take you to my place. It’s close.”The three of us got in the Prius and went to my place. We went in. Bird watched, puzzled. Then the thought struck him. No, she couldn’t be… Not right there in the parking lot, no way! He had to see. He walked closer to the car, trying to look casual, as if he were just looking for his own car. Walked right past her car from behind, looking out of the corner of his eyes, trying desperately to see what was happening without being obvious. Nothing. She just seemed to be sitting there, as nearly as he could tell. He stopped, turned around, and walked back. And she's tooslovenly for my taste." Hmmm." Burt pictured the girl in her maid's outfit. "I wouldn't say she'sthat bad." You wouldn't?" No." He considered for a moment. "I have spent... some time around theservants at Griply Hall..." I can tell that from the atrocious accent and manner you had when you'vearrived." And I should say that a servant's life... is a very difficult one. From myobservations." Your observations?" I know that servants do try their best and I'm sure that if she were to.