His floor. Charles’ room was on this floor. She scurried back to the elevator, but it had gone. She stood in the alcove near the doors for a long mi...nute. Her pulse was racing. She was nearly panting. She was trying to decide. Charles walked around the room in his robe for several minutes. It was approaching thirty minutes since he had walked out of the bar. He thought that he should have escorted her up, rather than leaving it up to chance. All the while he was waiting, he was also still. Just after midday Mum and Dad came down, he entered the kitchen first, "morning," I said in my best cheerful voice, "how's the birthday boy today?" Shit," was the answer. It also described how he looked, years of drunken weekends were taking their toll on him. "What's the matter Daddy, didn't you sleep well?" He just grunted at me."You haven't been eating carpet again have you?" Fuck you," he snarled, giving me the finger."Rich, you know I don't like that language," and she punched him in the. I had no doubt that she was physically on her game making her summation before turning things over to the attorneys for the defense.As soon as she started talking, I knew she was on her verbal game as well.She went over the forensic evidence with a blithe attitude that changed quickly when she got to the circumstantial evidence which painted a picture about the defendant that made him look guilty as hell in my mind all things considered.All in all, Ms. Honeysuckle was definitely on her game.The. “Eighty nine.” I responded.I could almost see the wheels turning in her head, then finally something clicked.“Oh you’re the guy who slams the ball over the goal.” she exclaimed.“That’s him.” Alexis answered.“Ooh, would you take a picture with me?” she pleaded.“I would be glad to ... Do I get a discount if I do?” I asked.“Uh, no.” she said, seriously.“He’s kidding you.” Alexis laughed.The sales woman ran over to the counter calling several other employees over, we all assembled for a group.