" Graham. Of course. I am Saul."Graham seated himself behind his desk and looked at the man across from him. Dr. Saul Moscowitz was short and plumpish..., with wire-rimmed glasses and a prominent nose. Male pattern baldness had actually improved his appearance, Graham decided, softening his face and giving it much-needed character."You know why I asked to see you," Saul said. At Graham's nod, he continued. "It's about Howard Bloom."Graham felt his heart race. "Of course, you realize I can't. After exchanging greetings I said:"I don't know if it is good news or not, but I'm going to be coming out there to live. Should be in about two weeks." You and mom?" Just me. I served her with divorce papers today. I need you to do me a favor." Anything dad; you know that." Check out apartments and condos within a reasonable distance of Santa Monica and find me a hotel or motel in the same area where I can stay when I first get out there." Not on your life pops. You will stay with me. No way. Coffee I thought, God, I need coffee. No kettle, her friend must use the boiler in the homes kitchen, and I needed the toilet, again a communal item. I would have to get dressed. I couldn't find my clothes, where the hell had she put them, no good, I had to stand and pee into the sink. Having gone through every possible place that she could have put my clothes, It finally dawned on me that there were none of my clothes in the room, in fact all I could find was a drawer full of underwear,. " Picking up the torch and finding her emergency whistle, she pulled her coat back on. Standing by the tent she shone the torch through 360 degrees and blew short blasts on the whistle at about ten second intervals. She was rewarded by a shout after the second blast."Thanks Charley. Never thought it would be so damned easy to get lost in such a short distance." He settled in and they discussed the situation. "We can only hope they decided to return when we weren't looking Charley. If they're.