She actually got Angie to do that.There was a knock on her door. Hugh Walker, the General Manager, was standing there smiling.Grace rose to her feet a...d smiled back. “Good morning, Mr Walker,” she greeted him and then remained silent not knowing really what to say.“Good morning, Grace. How are things? Are you enjoying yourself?”“Very much, particularly the last two or three weeks.”His smile broadened. “Crisis management during the flu epidemic.”She nodded.“And succeeded too from what I’ve seen. It was well stocked with freshsalads (precut) a few condiments, some cut up chicken, some milk and alarge quantity of beer. The freezer had several expensive cuts of steaksand bags of frozen vegetables. The dishwasher was empty of any dishes.The sink had a small trash can under it, dish soap and dishwasherdetergent. A few baking pans and trays were in the small cabinet next tothe oven. Both the microwave and the oven's clocks read 11:41. There wasno cabinets above at all. Wine glasses hung. She was almost glad when Jamaal replied, "No, it was my wish that got this all started, so it's my responsibility to live with it."They started washing the dishes together, and Tonya said, "That's a very mature attitude. A lot of guys would blame everybody else." Oh, believe me, I tried, but the lioness won't let me keep it up. She kept showing me doing the wishing, kept reminding me that it was my decision so I've got to handle it on my own." Wow, are there any benefits to the lioness? Seems. "A half pound of Scrimp Salad, please." Anything else?" the Deli clerk said, like he was doing me a favor. "That's it?" Yeah, that's it!" I said, getting a little annoyed at his mocking tone of voice. (It's not my fault folks—the guy was hostile!)"If I was ordering something at twelve bucks a pound I couldn't afford to buy anything else either," he further taunted me, playing to his audience, the other two clerks loitering near by."Son," I laughed. "I really don't know how to tell you this;.