I pressed the button for the elevator and waited. There was a bank of four - two on each side of the hall. You'd think that four elevators would be enough to serve a bunch of semi-retired women without causing much of a wait. Mom's apartment was on the fifth floor. The elevator was taking long enough that I was beginning to wonder if I could have taken the stairs and have already been down.

Just as I started to turn towards the stairs, the bell dinged to indicate that one of the elevators was arriving.

I stepped into the lift to find the curvy blonde leaning against the back...