looking for something while I kept my eyes on the
elevators. Moments later. Daddy emerged, He walked
quickly toward the entrance and we shot out after him. "We've got to be careful. I don't want him to
spot us," I said as we stepped out.
Daddy was walking briskly down the sidewalk,
his black wool scarf flung over his shoulders. He
looked dapper, as dapper and handsome as Can' Grant
in one of Grandmother Beverly's favorite old movies. "I've seen this done enough on television."
Clarence said confidently. "Just keep a good distance
between us and him and try to stay behind someone." Daddy never looked back, so it didn't matter.
He crossed the street and continued down another
busier street. Minutes later, he entered a coffee shop.
It wasn't a very large one, but it had two big front
windows. We could see everyone in it.
"He's just taking a coffee break," Clarence
muttered. "He's not visiting any new firm."
I nodded, but Daddy strolled past the counter
and paused at a booth. For a moment, because of the
angle we were at, it looked like an empty one, but
when he leaned over, we moved to our right and we
caught sight of him greeting a woman, a very elegant
looking blond- haired woman in a business suit. She
seized his hand and held it as he slid into the seat
across from her and for a long moment, they just
looked at each other. Then Daddy smiled and sat
back. She didn't let go of his hand.
I felt as if the air had just leaked completely out
of my lungs and was quickly replaced with some
steaming hot liquid burning in my chest and up into
my mouth. It seemed like minutes flew by and still,