Cave of Little Faces. Aída Besançon Spencer

left the night before: “Great for a poster cover, but there are a couple of guests missing in that conference.”

      But, when Daniela had primped and dressed herself and combed her beautiful flowing hair to her approval, she banged on Ben’s door incessantly until she had roused him up.

      “What?” he growled peevishly through the closed door.

      “Get up!” Danny ordered. “We got the guy here from last night and he’s talking about giving us thousands of dollars for the house.”

      Suddenly, Ben was up and he cracked open the door, “What was that?”

      “I need you. I met a guy who works for some company that might make us an offer for the house. Maybe we can all go home with checks.” She did not add: we can all go home in case nothing works out between me and this good looking prospect. If something does, I’ll stay here.

      “Money, huh? Good work, Sis. I’ll throw something on and be right out.”