"She froze in mid-sentence when she looked up and saw the big man looking down at her with his eyebrows raised. "Could I please join you for lunch, Mi...ss Maitland? You're the only one in here at the moment that I know and I really don't like to eat alone. Would you mind?" His eyes smoldered at her.She swallowed hard and said, "Of course not, Mr. Wayne. Please ... have a seat." As he sat across from her and lit a cigarette, she cleared away the papers that were strewn over the table. After she. Weird. She cut you off mid-sentence. That's not like her."Richard got up and went to the door. He peeked out the view hole, and then opened the door and stepped out. A moment later he reentered and closed the door again."I guess she lost track of time," Richard said, shrugging.Sandra stood up and walked to the window. For a long time the two of them just stood still, trying to decipher Emily's sudden departure."Hey, look," Sandra said suddenly. She held up an envelope."What is it?" Richard. She piled them up in the corner and tossed the empty box aside. The next two boxes had some old clothing that looked worthless so she put them in another pile. What is worthless to one person might be someone else's treasure. She looked at the ten other boxes and shook her head. After two more boxes with old picture frames and dishes she found a box that had been pushed under one of the shelves in the garage. It didn't look as if Betty had looked inside. She blew off the dust on top and used. Thus, when the annual dramatic works were cast, he always got the pick of the best roles. He adored playing the leading ladies, and with his pretty face and slim body, he made the transformations seem easy.In his final year, he won the plum role of Anne Boleyn in “The Second Wife of Henry VIII”. He worked hard in the play’s metamorphosis, helping to edit the script, select the supporting cast and design the sets and costumes. Then there was the gruelling series of rehearsals until everyone knew.