"Mr. James this is Della Conrad, Mr. Guilford's administrative assistant. Della Conrad held her hand out as we were introduced, and we shook."A pleasu...re meeting you Mr. James," adding a smile equal to the one Simone the receptionist was wearing. "If you'll come with me, Mr. Guilford is looking forward to meeting you."Simone offered to take my helmet and then I followed Della and wondered at the magnitude of the reception I was being given. There was something at work here I didn't understand. Shawna Johnson was intelligent, devoted to Black Nationalism and even further along than Sandy. The young teacher looked at her carefully because she looked like she was ready to pop at any minute.Sandy really didn't know any of the boys in this group because they were from the slow group in the basement. Her English class was an AP class and most of the students were motivated to get good grades for a shot at college.A little clique in the back of the room made her a little nervous because. The nurse bent over to look at Kelly. ‘I’m Sadie. How are you feeling?’ the nurse asked. ‘I am relaxing,’ Kelly replied. ‘Mr Tilley told me to relax.’ ‘Good,’ Sadie said, holding up the item. It was a full face gas mask. ‘Put this on,’ Sadie told Kelly. Kelly obediently put on the gasmask, and Sadie leaned forwards to adjust it about Kelly’s face. ‘Now you’re almost ready,’ Sadie said. ‘Carry on sitting here and relaxing,’ Sadie added. ‘Someone will come by shortly to give you further. “Case, I don’t know what to say.”He smiled broadly. “These are photos of the Cindy I see. Compared to the poster of Sofía, it’s beauty versus glamor. Glamor washes off.”Why am I blushing? That may be the nicest compliment I’ve ever had from a man, and I’ve just met him. Does he do his photography magic with every woman he meets? She looked at his eyes. No, he means what he’s saying. Oh, dear. What am I going to do with him?“Would you like me to send them and then delete?”Still unable to.