THE JOB By Lee Travis
            He knew how to revitalize and manage multinational corporations, but—how the hell did he reconstruct a broken family with three kids? e wqs stumpeedH A handsome, muscular, wealthy, man with fading blond hair, Adam Green had brought his family to The Crossroads, a kind of home away from home for Adam, his wife Evelyn, and his brood. The restaurant was a gutted and remodeled 19th century house, with wooden planked walls, soft, sloe-eyed wall lights flanked by ruby-red hanging drapery, and four yawning brick fireplaces each ablaze in  the main dining rooms. As usual, he was dressed in his normal executive attire: a 3-G suit, white shirt, and a dark-chocolate brown tie. He was an industrial systems analyst who studied dysfunctional industrial systems internationally--in Munich, in Paris, in Brussels—and did cost-benefit analyses. He then formulated intricate management and production plans, presented his findings in formal corporate debate settings, sometimes strictly following Robert’s Rules of Order, and his clients, like a herd of sheep, usually just obediently followed his expensive recommendations. He was an authority. He was decisive. What Adam Green said, went. But that was there. Now, walking up the fieldstone pathway under the red canopy leading to the front door, he felt strangely lost walking alone with the three children trailing behind him. Derrick, Cindy, and Sue-Ann, were all arrayed in their best dress up clothes—red-haired Derrick, age 10, in his blue, button-down shirt, brunette Sue-Ann, age 8, in her white blouse with the etched blue birds on  the collars, and white-blond-haired Cindy, age three, in her light green paisley blouse and. kelly-green skirt. Sharp looking crew, Adam thought. Monty, the black-hair maitre’d, greeted them with his flashing white smile in the lobby; the plants along the hallway surrounded them with the smell of fresh f