<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A block from Waxing Rhapsodic</span></strong></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><br/>The waitress arrived with the check just as Dorian answered.  Jarvis nodded his thanks with a fleeting smile.<br/>"Dorian...Jarvis Driscoll. How are you?"  Jarvis's New England accent ~ pronouncing "Jarvis" as <em>Jaahvis</em> and "are" as <em>ahhh</em> ~ was the kind that people thought was either grating or an affectation (or occasionally both.)<br/>"I hope you received my email?   I'm sorry to call so early, but I was in the neighbourhood and, well..." Jarvis paused.<br/>"Uh-huh."  Dorian prompted. <br/>"Uh, I have that equipment we talked about and, well...I'm very keen to meet."  There was a pregnant pause.  Jarvis was very unused to a taciturn 'phone manner such as Dorian's; he kept going.  "And I was hoping Courtney could be there."<br/>During the call, Jarvis had pulled out a billfold and peeled off a note to leave an overly generous amount under his coffee cup.  Jarvis was almost desperate in hoping that both Dorian and Courtney would be willing to meet him today.  He was finding it difficult to concentrate on his work; his obsession with creating the latest piece for his collection was taking up most of his thoughts.  Still on the 'phone, he gathered his belongings together and headed for the street. <br/></span><br/><br/>