“The business card lay exactly in the middle of a sparkling silver tray on the newspaper table in the hall. I saw her immediately as I entered, but the anticipation of waiting for a client was mixed with anxiety, since I would have to work with this person alone. Where is Mr. Jesperson? We were tired of sitting at home day after day, waiting for something to happen, and in the morning we left on various errands without even agreeing when we would return. It was dishonest of me to be annoyed by this, I know it’s not his fault. I can take advantage of his absence to prove that I am not the worst, and maybe even the best of partners..."