It was New Year’s Eve. Randolph and Emma Jean had big plans – dinner, dancing and night of pure gaiety. Randolph didn’t wish to concern Emma Jean, but a few months ago when the stock market fell, he lost a considerable amount of money. Thank heavens that seemed to be behind them now. He looked at his image in the mirror. Black tux with white satin vest and white shirt, both with faux pearl buttons, along with his white satin bow tie – never mind the past, tonight was a night of Absolute Elegance.