She hated using tactics like this to get something, but she hated the idea of spending the next eight hours with Lowery even more. "Besides, since I'm...doing the company a favor I'm sure Janet wouldn't mind." Oh all right," Jim finally said as he finally pulled his eyes back into their sockets. "I guess Smith and Lowery deserve each other." You're a dear," Paulette said as she backed away from the counter.The night shift manager lifted a folder and turned his attention back to the never-ending. I wanted it to be. So bad. But then they hurt me. Why did they have to do that? We didn't do anything wrong. We went to the party and when they crashed it we left. We were just driving down the road. And when they ran us off the road, we didn't do anything to them then, either. We just walked for help. We didn't do anything wrong. And then they hurt me. And Charlie. It's not fair." I know Baby. It's so unfair. I wish I could do something to help."By this time Mary was really sobbing. Mom had. As I sat down I thought how much I hated these chairs. They were so low that my backside was lower than my knees. It always made me feel as though I was half laying down and I mentally promised I would replace them as soon as possible.I looked over to Jackie and asked “whats up mate, you look like you’re having a tough day?”As she started to answer, my opinion on my rubbish low seats started to change. Jackie was clearly struggling as much as me to sit comfortably. The difference being that I. “Come on,” she said, pulling me towards her bedroom, “before the dynamic fucking duo think of something else they’ve forgotten.”The room was warm and smelled of the morning’s toiletries. It hadn’t been tidied up because she hadn’t been expecting a visitor, so it felt oddly sexy because it was as it would be normally. A wardrobe door was open and a t-shirt clung precariously to the back of a chair. A flimsy, lopsided IKEA laundry basket loitered in a corner, laden with clothes and underwear that.