At the dances, Dad would sit by himself against a wall, as far away from the orchestra as possible, and work on papers he had brought along in a briefcase. At first no one paid much attention to him, figuring perhaps that if he was ignored he might go away. But after a few months he was accepted as a permanent fixture, and the girls and boys went out of their way to speak to him and bring him refreshments. People, even sheiks, couldn’t be around Daddy without liking him. And Daddy couldn’t be in the midst of people without being charming.
