She shook her head.  “I did do some filing and typing for an ad agency for a while.”

                   “For how long?”

                   ”Three months.  I was a temporary for a secretary out on workman’s compensation.”

                   “So you can type?”

                   “Ninety-five words a minute,” she said proudly.  “One hundred if you don’t mind five

            mistakes,” she added sheepishly.

                   He chuckled.  “I like you.  Okay, Miss Webb, I’m going to take a chance on you.  When

            can you start?”

                   She was startled and overwhelmed by how quickly he made his decision.  “I.. well..

            Right away, I guess.”

                   “Good.  Now, I think it would be better if you lived and worked here,” he went on.  “The

             Agency mentioned that, did they not?  I am considered something of an eccentric,” he said

             with a bemused grin.  “What that means to you is that I work odd hours sometimes.  You

              have no family obligations so you could stay here?”

                    “None  That would be fine.”  She was secretly overjoyed.  Not only would she get her