Alexander

Harold wheeled himself over to our group. "What are we discussing so seriously over here?"

"Valentina's absence," Julia explained. "She's at a friend's birthday party."

"Good for her," Harold declared, surprising us all. "The girl works too hard. Needs to live a little."

"That's rich coming from you," I said with a laugh. "Mr. Work--Is--Everything himself."

Harold's eyes twinkled. "I've learned a few things in my old age. One of them ...