My throat was in a lump that made it hard to swallow. The light was on in the guest room. I walked to the door and looked in.The bed had been slept in... It was our old king bed. We'd bought another one and put this one down here. I stepped in. Lying on the floor was Diane's light blue satin chemise, the silky one with the spaghetti straps. The one that just barley covered her delicious ass. I bent down and picked it up. It smelled of her perfume. She must have had it on last night while she was. He reached thestop and waited for the bus. The bus came and servants came pouring offthe bus to walk in the direction he had come from. Joe headed onto thebus and transferred to another to get to work.He went to Ms. Winters' office and got his assignment. He worked hisnormal workday and headed back to Susan's home. There, Holmes let himeat dinner and then put him to work doing the remaining chores aroundthe home. That became Joe's routine throughout the week.When Saturday came, Joe was. I had to find the key that would open the door that separated them from each other. The key I did not find deep within my mother's eyes. What I found deep within them was love, concern, compassion and something new I had never seen before. I saw oneness, a belonging and an open-ness. I knew that she would not keep anything hidden from me as before. No secret thoughts or knowledge would be kept from me ever again. I knew I could ask her anything and she would tell me honestly and openly. With. They know all about you." I rode with Barba to an office building downtown. In a 15th floor office, I was turned over to a 250 pound black man named Bubba. Bubba took me back to the elevator . In the basement parking garage, I was put in the back of a Lincoln limo. As he drove off, Bubba directed my attention to a folder on the seat. The folder contained information about my first client. Her likes, dislikes, what she wanted, etc. At another office building, Bubba let me out of the lime.