I joked about her sons age saying if he was mine, she blink and said looks just like his dad... she invited me to lunch the next day, that her mother ...in law was making some of famous soup... I agreed. I showed up to her apartment, her husband and their k**s where outside of building and I recognized her husband as an old boyfriend I met and we could say acquaintance. Crazy enough he was complex landlord, he told the k**s to head in he will meet us inside, that he's finishing up some work and. Go right in.”Mrs. Farrow hurried off to her car and backed out of the driveway and drove away. I waved goodbye as I stood trying to sort out everything she had said. Ellen was worried about me. Ellen was home alone, Mrs. Farrow would be gone for two hours and I had permission to go in and see Ellen.I went through the gate and up the walk to the front door and rang the bell even though Mrs. Farrow said I could just walk in. A smiling Ellen Farrow opened the door and invited me in.“Come in Billy.. ’ ‘Splendid. You haven’t been here long, have you?’ ‘Nearly two months, sir.’ Rachel felt nervous. Was he about to give her the sack? ‘Settled in all right?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Good…good.’ Sir Hartley leaned back in his chair, hands clasped in front of him. ‘I have a specific job for you, but you’re at perfect liberty to say no. Understood?’ ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘An influential broadcaster is coming to town tomorrow. I hope to lure him onto our little radio station and my wife thought we should invite him to. To keep up appearances, Jack pretended to be gay, at least when Furley was around. He skipped down the stairs and retrieved the skirt, shaking his behind in Furley's face, which grew redder by the second. Furley stood there a minute, then turned around and walked away, mumbling to himself.Jack gather up all his packages -- remembering to get his key out first -- and walked back to the apartment door. He was mumbling a little, too. He'd walked all the way to his car and even driven a few blocks.