I climbed into my car and headed for Emma's apartment just after 5:00 P.M. Ten minutes later I parked in a visitor space at the rear of her apartment block. The week just past seemed like the longest week of my life. I locked the car, took the stairs to the first floor and knocked on Emma's door. A few moments later she opened it, inviting me in. Emma was wearing denim shorts and a loose fitting white blouse. She looked s...