“I love you so much, George” she said genuinely, a little sadly. “I love you too, Maggie” George said, also genuinely, emphatically. Maggi... reached back into the bag and retrieved the first two videocassettes and held them up one after the other, their titles labeled in bold print and unmistakably legible at a glance. The How-To video she dismissively left downstairs. “Read these to me – aloud, sweetheart” she softly demanded. George swallowed, a gulp. “’Anal Blondes’” and Maggie. They told me you're here to go through the Silver Door ... follow me."The voice is dark, sweet but grim, as he turns, as if it were a ghost, to the left, walking to what appears to be a large closet. I'm about to answer her, asking "But the Silver Door, isn't this place?" when she opens the closet, revealing a huge glittering mirror. The glass does not reflect images, but a strange mass of colored reflections. Surely there is some optical trick, and I go over to check."So Eric are you ready to. .. Perhaps you can give me ze tutorial in ze fine art of writing grant proposals." Well ... I'm not so sure it's an art..." Now is not ze time to be talking shop. I am curious about ze sorts of projects zat involve you." Right now I have one graduate student. We're working on deciphering a twelfth-century palimpsest." Palimpsest -- qu'est qe c'est?" It's a parchment that's been erased and overwritten," Rick explained."Oh, oui, oui I recall ze term now. Please continue..." Parchment was. “You’ll never guess who came to my door and asked for you, bro,” Dan laughed even now.“Let me guess ... Alycen?” David cracked up at even the thought that his estranged wife, soon to be his ex, would come looking for him.“Nailed it on the first try! Yep, I sent that stupid, lying, filthy hypocrite of a bitch packing, too! If she wants to find you, she’ll need to get a private eye like all other spouses. I doubt that she could afford one, but with your alimony, who knows? Incidentally, are you.