Spending theFourth of July with family was something we had done every year since Icould remember.It was with a solemn feeling that I helped carry the...food that Mom and Ihad made together into the house. This was supposed to be a happy time,but Dad had just ruined it. He hadn't done it intentionally, but he hadstill brought up the subject."What's wrong?" Tracy asked me when she saw how upset I looked."Nothing," I replied. She didn't buy that answer for a second, taking myhand and pulling me. My wife told her how I cried when she asked me to give up my books. My daughter told her that she’s moving too fast and she needs to give me time to get settled. I’m going “oh fuck! this is me they’re talking about.” After a while they quit talking and decided they needed to “wake me up” as my daughter had some where to go. I got to hold my grandson again while she was getting ready. My wife was playing with our grandaughter in another part of the house. I held him as tears streamed down my. I gave her an hour's tour of the plant, explaining what I could, and fielding all her questions. She seemed more concerned with the financial nuts and bolts of the operations side. Interested in what our profit margins were, rather than in how we managed to keep our costs low enough to compete, while still maintaining healthy profit margins. It didn't seem to me like she was asking the right kinds of questions. Her primary concerns were with our output, and how we were financing our ongoing. I happily agreed but knew nothing of the fun that was to come from my little good deed. I arrived at the company very late in the afternoon and it looked like everyone had already left for the day, I tried the door and it was still open, there was no one on reception so I continued on into the building. The first few offices were indeed deserted but further down the corridor I peered through the small window in the door and saw a very attractive looking lady about my own age sat on the edge of.