We're currently seated on the couch, waiting for Adams. He said he could return home later and that we might come here first. When I indicated that I was going with a woman who wanted to meet him, he didn't even question or inquire about whom the woman was.

“No, don't touch it!” I grabbed the woman's hand as she was going to touch the vase with the magnificent flower. She had been gripping things tightly already, and I was frightened she might shatter them.

I just discovered that, despite the size of Adams' home, he does not employ a housekeeper or maid. Possibly, he asks the maids to clean...