Saturday morning, around ten, there was a knock on my door. It seemed that I got more visitors here than I ever had at my other apartment. At least I had been expecting this one.

"Sophie," I greeted, opening the door to let her in.

Sophie entered holding three garment bags and with a huge grin on her face.

"Do you have something to tell me?" she asked.

I barked a laugh. "No, I do not have anything to tell you. Whatever Monica said will have to be ...