IVLUNCH I GOT FROM THE business center's sandwich shop, trying to get a bun with no wheat in it without much luck. I was going to have to study up on this if I was going to trim down. Taking his sandwich up to the top level, I looked out over the coming and going foot traffic. With any luck, I might see Jo again.
Almost half-way through my slowly nibbled poor-boy, I saw her scarf among the crowd. She was carrying a bagged lunch herself. And heading in my own general direction. So I picked up my newspaper and pretended to read the classified it was folded open to.
Soon, she came over and stood in front of me. As I saw those conservative brown shoes and gray skirt, I looked up and noticed how trim she was, how her skirt and blouse accentuated her waist, but the scarf took your attention ri
