The young blond had showered and combed his hair into something close to neatness and dressed himself in a pair of long khaki slacks, leather sandals,...a short sleeved light blue t-shirt and an open green chequered over shirt. He'd gotten on the bus at seven and had retreated to the Grange, the formal name for the public gardens, for a little bit of peace before heading to the address where he had to meet Sera.He did not find the solace he sought. Images of the happenings there shook his brain. I nodded my greeting. “There’s a new pot in the kitchen if you want a cup.” I motioned her to get her own if she wanted any. Well, I was making a statement.“Thank you, and hello,” she said, heading into the kitchen. She was maybe a full minute inside. Coming back in to me, she took a seat on the divan across from me and set her cup down on the coffee table immediately in front of her.“Okay?” I said.“Candace said you were willing to talk to me; I mean about important things,” she said. I. He had just realized-- “You horny little toad! You actually did set up a date with my old golfing buddy’s luscious Lori, didn’t you? Damn, son! I thought she’d eat you up and spit you out, but alright. Alright then . . . Robert stood deep in thought, stroking his beard, and then began anew-- just this one Friday, and I do mean one, I’ll lug these other two accordion files back inside and have one of the girls take them home to organize and summarize them for you. Ha,” Robert laughed aloud. “I’d. I don’t understand wanting to read about other people’s dirty laundry. I think celebrity is the biggest red herring society has ever pulled on itself.”“Jude Law.”“What am I supposed to do about this?”“There’s not much you can do.”“This whole knight in shining armor is just as off base as the creepy guy label.”“I disagree. You did something special. Not many guys could have stood up to that brute. I think you would have stood up to him even if you didn’t have all the training you do.