Being in a village two miles from the main road meant that they got no passing trade. They resolved to have a sign erected. Over time, on the other ha...d they did get a few visiting tradesman such as gas and electrical engineers and deliverymen. They made a great fuss of them in the hope that word would get round and that similar people would come in when visiting other places along or just off the main road.Fred and Roy continued their vigil. Villagers returning from shopping in Pitsbury. Mai room ke samne poohachi door bell bajayi. Ander se awaj aayi,“Wait for minute” usne darwaja khola aur mere haat paaw loose pad gaye usko dekhakar wo admi nahi ek haiwan tha. West indies logo jaisa bohat lamba kalasa sar ke upar gungarale baal jo mushkilse najar aate hai. Usne mere taraf sar se lekar paaw tak gaur se dekha aur muskara ke poocha ” are you Renuka?” maine kaha ” yes” usne haat milakar muzse hi kaha aur uska naam bataya Charles aur muze ander aane ko kaha aur darwaja band kar. “Oh I told her the truth. I didn’t tell Katy what she did I just made something up and had her crying and bawling about it. She screwed with me and I screwed with her back. Sorry I didn’t clear it with you first Sir,” Stuart tells us and I stop in the hallway and stare at him.“That could technically be breaking team but that’s also initiative and you getting something back for yourself. Good job,” I tell Stuart who smiles at the appreciation before we continue to the second half of phase. Her name was Kelly Ryan. She was maybe the perfect Irish lass 24 with long auburn hair, green eyes and a smile that could light up a city block. I was lost during the first week of working with her. Bobby and I were having a working lunch plotting a course of action. A large company in the area was thinking about contracting for their IT needs. We wanted that contract as it would triple our firm’s income. While talking, I mentioned Kelly several times. She had been with us for about six months.