"Helen and I turned towards the door."Not so fast," Joan said."Huh?", both Helen and I said simultaneously."I want you to see something first."Joan hu...ried past us and headed out the office door."Just look at this mess," she said, pointing to the room.At first glance, the show room looked like it just needed a good sweep and a few cups and crumpled napkins picked up. But closer inspection revealed that a good time had been had by all who had come to, and at, the exhibit.Almost every square foot. He was worse than a failure, this was his once chance to make it up to them and he had already screwed it up somehow. Stan did all he could do in that moment.“What….” Emily protested, trying to fight him off as Stan’s arms suddenly wrapped around her and held her. Her struggle stopped as soon as she realized he was himself again.“Oh god, Emily, I’m soth sorry…” Stan cried as he tried to kiss the top of her head. But his long face missed and wound up nuzzling her like the beast he was. He was relieved that no one seemed to give him a second glance, probably figuring he was a tourist hiking the trails. Inside the store he asked if they had a public phone. The guy behind the counter pointed to a telephone in the back of the store. David thanked him and went to the phone. Since he didn't have any money, he made the call collect, trying one friend and then another before he got through. He told them briefly what had happened and asked them to contact the attorney. His friend told. .. okay, that's fine with me. You know I've been ready for that sweet, gentle husband of hers ever since we moved in! But I just want to be sure we don't blow it..." We won't. I've got a little thing working in the back of my mind," Don answered. "Steve Smith's ambitious for one of those 'Million-Dollar' buttons successful insurance salesmen flash, and once I make him understand that association with our select circle can gain him that, he's going to start worrying less and less about his young.