They silently entered Tom's apartment, a lot like Eleanor apartments. Everything was soaked in silver and turquoise colors reminiscent of oriental harem. Instead, the library - a small gym, a bar in the living room crammed with drinks. - What will you drink? - Asked Goldman. Eleanor knew what the answer is usually wanted to hear Paul: "Mineral water" or "Virgin Mary." - Bourbon, - she said. - If the "wild turkey". You have. Tom quizzically raised eyebrow and looked at her questioningly. "God, how beautiful he is!" - Eleanor thought.