Joe heard a knock on his office door. Jim, the mechanic who did not come to work yesterday, came in, ‘Boss, can I talk to you? Sorry about yesterday.... My wife went into labor last night and I had to take her to the hospital. The baby was not due yet and we were scared.’ ‘Slow down, Jim…is your wife and baby all right?’ Joe asked. ‘Yeah my wife is fine, so is Jim Jr. He weighs seven pounds three ounces,’ he beamed. ‘Well, what are you doing here then? Go to them. Take the rest of the week off. And of course, I complimented her on her style. "You said Barb had left some things? Letters and some old pictures? Hmm, what kind of pictures, Elizabeth?" "Howdy," Elizabeth stopped short of the double doors that led to her bedroom, then turned to face me. "I will happily turn over all of those items if you prove to me that is you in the pictures." I smiled and crossed my arms. "Is that so? And just how do you propose for that to happen?" "I don't know, Howdy. You tell me," she said as she. When Sam walked in carrying her usually Wednesday chicken soup, "I think I have waited long enough to before I asked this...What the hell is going on between you and Matty!" She softly yelled and Grace looked down at her computer. "Sam," She started trying to think of what to say, "I was about to have sex with him but I told him to stop and I know he is mad at me and I don't want him to yell at me so I haven't done anything!" Grace admitted covering her face with her hands. Sam almost spit out. "You do the 'brush off' technique very well. Inform the congressman that I am going home now, and he should call the number I have written down. It is to the assignment editor, for the Associated Press. I am about to get the congressman into trouble with his constituents, with the government, and possibly with the council; all because you brushed me off. Good day," I said and walked out the door.I had parked just down the street. I was almost to my car, when I heard a yell. I stopped and turned.