Joe was still smiling when he pulled into the parking lot of the New York Tribune. It wasn't the New York Times, but it was probably the best run organization that he'd ever worked for.

As an added bonus, he was able to lure Irving Radovich away from Italy to join the staff as a first-rate photographer. Now Irving was always in demand, traveling the world. This meant that Irving met a lot of beautiful women. The job was definitely right up his alley.

"How'd the interview go?" Irving asked when Joe arrived at his desk.

Still thinking about Sabrina, Joe couldn't help but smile. "Irving, it was wonderful. Couldn't have been any better."
Irving eyed him suspiciously. "Is that sarcasm I hear in your voice?"

"Irving, what do you take me for? I had a wonderful time! In fact..."
"What, Joe?"

Nervously, Joe began to shuffle through the piles of paper on his desk.

"Never mind. Um... have you seen my folder with the Cartwright interview? I could have sworn that I put it right-."

"Hold it right there, Joe Bradley!" Irving said. "Now I know that look. Something's going on and I'm not going to let you leave until you tell me what it is! I'll wait all night if I have to!"

"Look, Irving. It's really not that big-."

Irving crossed his arms in front of his chest, causing Joe to shudder. He knew all too well that when Irving took this stance, he meant business.

Joe sighed. If he couldn't tell Irving about Sabrina, who could he tell? Irving certainly had a way with women, and perhaps he could offer some advice.

"All right. If you really want to know that badly."

Avoiding Irving's eyes, Joe could feel his friend staring at him intently.

"I'm listening." Irving said.

"Well, I drove out there and Irving, you should have seen it! The houses are more like mansions. Flashy cars, security gates. I've never seen anything like it!"

"Joe, just get on with it."

"I'm driving down the most beautiful winding road, and I got lost."

Immediately, Irving moved closer. "Go on..."

"I turned down a street and came to this gorgeous mansion on the corner. I was going to ask for directions, but then-."

"What, Joe? What happened?"

Joe smiled, remembering.

"Joe, are you all right?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. So where was I?"

"You were asking for directions."

"Right. Well, this family was obviously very wealthy. They had butlers, servants and even a chauffer!"

"Wow! That's incredible!" Irving exclaimed.

"It sure is, Irving."

"So did you get the directions from the chauffer? If anyone would know directions, it should be him." Irving said, laughing at his own joke.

"Yeah, you're right. You would think so. Um... actually it was his daughter who helped me out."

At the mention of the word daughter, Irving's eyes grew as wide as saucers. "His daughter, huh?"

"Yeah, and Irving, she looked exactly like-."

"Like who, Joe? Who?"

"Well, I can hardly believe it myself, but she looked so much like Anya that I just-."

"You mean Smitty? The Princess?"

Joe smiled at Irving's nickname for Anya.

"So then what happened?"

"It's a little embarrassing." Joe admitted.

"Come on, Joe. It's me!" Irving pleaded.

"When I saw her... I just couldn't believe it! All of a sudden, it hit me like a freight train."

"What hit you?"

"The dizziness."

"You mean you got sick?"

"Well, I wouldn't say sick, but I was pretty light-headed. My face was flushed and I was sure I had a fever."

"Oh man! So then what?"

"Well, I couldn't just leave. And before I knew it, Sabrina pulled me into the house and took care of me."

By this time, Irving was practically jumping for joy.

"Joe Bradley, that's the craziest thing I've ever heard! Wait... did you say Sabrina?"

"Yeah, that's her name; Sabrina Fairchild."

"Sabrina Fairchild..." Irving repeated dreamily. "Wow, that's beautiful."

"It sure is... I-I mean..."

"So are you going to see her again?" Irving asked.

"What? No, of course not."

"Well, why not, Joe? You like her don't you?"

Joe smiled. "I like her a lot."

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Irving, I can't just show up in that neighborhood out of the blue."

"If she was nice enough to take care of you, then I'd be willing to bet that she'd be thrilled if you stopped by."

Joe's mind reeled. Could he really do this? He wasn't much for spontaneity. Unless he counted the day he spent

with Anya in Rome.

"Come on, Joe." Irving pleaded. "I know you want to see her again."

As Joe sorted through his notes from the interview, he could hardly wait to pay a visit to Dusoris Lane.