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William heard Lucy’s hand slip on the rail and her foot miss a step, and he turned in time to watch her correct her balance. “Watch your step!” he said. “I am sure that the last place that you want to go to is the hospital. She took another step and when he saw that she was still off-balance, he met her half-way and took her hand. “I am so embarrassed,” Lucy sighed. “Don’t be,” William laughed. “Even James LeBron needs the occasional assist!” Lucy smiled at his analogy as she stepped back to look at him. She saw that he was wearing an apron and the juxtaposition between this and his expensive work tie made her laugh. “Why are you wearing Amber’s apron?” she wondered; somewhat bewildered. “It should be obvious to you,” he replied. “My shirt is white and I am cooling. I’m afraid that if