.Tom was snapped from his musings by somebody coughing gently. Slightly startled he looked over to see a well dressed elderly gentleman standing besid...s him. The man wore crisply ironed beige slacks, a salmon pink shirt covered by a navy blazer with a cream hanky in the breast pocket. His face was clean shaven and his eyes were bright and pale grey, he wore an open and friendly expression and his voice when he spoke was soft and calming."Do you mind if I sit beside you?" he askedShaking his. We know Louis. We know how manipulative he can be. He’ll go all out to promote the five of you.’ She rose from the stool, taking her cup to the sink. ‘The problem is, Izzi doesn’t see that. She isn’t at a stage where she’ll be able to sieve the truth from the false.’ ‘Auntie Emily?’ It was Isabel, sounding like a child searching for her mother after waking up. Emily motioned him to come up. He did. ‘Come on,’ she smiled, taking him along with her. Isabel was sitting up in bed, rubbing her. It may also be a vocation, a life-style choice or even one of the few remaining outdoor occupations, but the one thing Gabrielle knew for sure was that farming is a business.Although she had sympathies with the principles of organic farming and rather distrusted Genetic Modification, what mattered at the end of each accounting month was that she'd balanced the books and generated enough profit to stay in business. In a world where famine and food shortages were a daily reality for more and more. The reverence she has forall things female is something to behold. I know her dress has beenfreshly ironed and is hanging at the ready. Arlene dyed his hair thisbeautiful raven black color about two weeks ago. He's been practicingsetting his hair the way Arlene showed him every day since. He'sobsessed with his hair looking just right. Why not? It sure is goingto cost him. He will work off the two hundred dollars Arlene chargedby cleaning her house and shop and doing whatever chores she has.