Elliott and Sam strode, loosely holding hands, the few short blocks to his office. When they rounded the corner and Sam saw the sign Bouchard Outfitters, she exclaimed, "Oh wow, Elliott, it's like your name up in lights, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is." Elliott opened the front door and chauffeured her inside with his hand on her elbow. The door closed behind them and a young man, about twenty-five, stepped out from behind a small counter.

"Hi, Randy. Everything going okay?" ...