"There's a woman here to see you," Kiki said, sticking her head into her boss's office.

Parker Hamilton wasn't really working, but he didn't raise his gaze from the computer screen. The program wasn't coming together. He couldn't concentrate. Everyone had been telling him to slow down or he would burn out. He shifted in his chair and wondered if he could feel the heat of that even now. He would hate like hell if everyone had been right.

"I'm not interested, Kiki," he said, still not looking at her. "Tell your friend she's wasting her time."

He didn't hear his housekeeper move into the room, but he felt her presence. Sure enough his screen soon filled with her reflection. She was standing behind him, with her hands on her hips. The image wasn't clear enough to see her face, but he knew her expression would be impatient. She'd been impatient with him a lot lately. "You've got to stop staring at that little screen," she said.

"You're going to go blind. Or worse. Your eyes will change shape until they're square, like your monitor."

He punched in the Save command, then spun in his chair until he was facing her. His housekeeper was probably in her early fifties, although she was very coy about her age. As usual, she was dressed in a jogging suit. She must own dozens. Parker had seen a rainbow of colors, all with matching athletic shoes. Today she was dressed in fuchsia. He didn't know they made shoes in that color.

"How is having my eyes change shape worse than going blind?" he asked. Kiki had the most interesting, if illogical, mind.

"Don't try to change the subject. You have a visitor."

"You're the one who brought up my eyes," he reminded he