It made her feel useful.I was never very happy in the job. All the other employees thought thatI was there was only because my father-in-law owned the...place --truereally. Olivia thought that I should work in a real job and of course,me being the person I was, I went along with her wishes. Maybe I was toosubmissive and should have put my foot down and done what I wanted withmy life and not just gone with the flow.My real passion was painting. Watercolours mainly, but some oils too. Ihad gone to. Girlfriends, fights, drinking, he told her everything, all the things he preferred not to think about, all the things he hoped she’d understand. It wasn’t that he was a player, he said, just that it was easier to have sex and move on, not have to deal with the repercussions. Because if you got caught up with girls, they changed. It had always been the same, one minute they were nice and the next they were suing you for harassment. That’s where he’d been before Christmas he told her, trying to. At least she smiled. "I'm still not sure whyyou would want to film at this old house, but you're welcome here. Justdon't crush my chrysanthemums."For a second I thought she was joking, but her serious look told me shewasn't."I won't let anything happen to them," I promised her. "And thank youfor the welcome. We'll try not to be a burden on you or your husband."She smiled slightly, and I guessed that she wasn't happy that herhusband had rented out their house."Come on, Sarah," Dad said when he. When we had completed the new cabin I felt it was time to make a trip to see William at the trading post.Fifteen dollars was what it cost for the Sharps .50 caliber rifle on the wall behind William. It was very new and had its own tool to reload the cartridges it used. The cartridge took a cap on the end and was filled with powder then placed in the tool so the powder could be pressed down then the bullet was added and again the tool pressed the bullet snug into the neck of the cartridge you.