(upon entering the offices no one is there to greet us,
we both panic but see that someone is sitting at the next window –in unison)
little tobin: oh thank goodness
daughter: it’s jill
little tobin: our friend.
daughter: remember us? we were here a few months ago
little tobin: well i’ve been here since then too, but without you
daughter: oh ok, but well a few months ago my mom retired
little tobin: yup in may and haven’t worked since, yipppeee!
daughter: nope she sure hasn’t. We came here back in may and met with you.
little tobin: and you were just so nice to us, well you and that
handsome man who sits up front most of the time. where’s he?
daughter: yeah he’s unexpectedly helpful, is he not here anymore?
little tobin: he’s usually the guy we have to go through to get to you.
daughter: but I guess now we can just talk directly to you first, yes?
jill: (very perplexed, a little fearful, and somewhat laughing)
oh yes, I remember you two.
(jill is still our friend and believe me has not seen the last of us)