The place was also full of old file cabinets, junk and just plain more junk, including a row of old native carved art. Again, a safe, dry, sort of cli...ate controlled place to stick things where they'll be out of the way until they're someday needed.The alleged cashbox in question was really an old military surplus footlocker full of Nelson's personal stuff, and a few items left over from previous plant managers, including a nice large wooden statuette that ought to be in some Polynesian museum.. What a surprise! Standing there, with his hands in his pockets, was a handsome, younger man. I stared at him, open-mouthed. All my anger drained out of me in two seconds. The man standing at my door cleared his throat, rousing me from my stupor.“Are you Toby?” I managed to ask him.“Yes, I am. And you must be Gaylee, Jarold’s wife! He told me that you were a stunning woman, and to tell you the truth, he was not wrong.”I could feel my cheeks blushing as he complimented me.I watched this gorgeous. " I know. I'm going to have Andrea take me by a fire station so I can garner some useful firefighting skills next." Not a bad idea. Hey, you can share memories too, you might share them with her. She's very smart and quick as a whip." And not bad looking either, but hey, who's looking, right?"Another chuckle. "I'd steer clear of her, Ral. Last guy that looked at her wrong or tried something ended up with a broken wrist." Oh, believe me, I'm steering clear. The last thing I need is that kind of. As Jill gets the food out of her bag, Allie says, "I hope you don't mind my messy kitchen. I've never been good in the kitchen." Jill is appalled by the mess she sees, but doesn't say anything. She finds a pan that will work, and heats up the food.As they eat on the couch, Allie says, "This food tastes so good, Jill. I wish I could cook like you." You can," Jill replies, "All you need is a recipe, and follow directions. That's all I did." Well, maybe someday, but I just don't have any interest.