. wait maybe, let me call my friend Cindy." Grabbing his cell phone, he hit the speed dial.Rebecca lifted the last can of soup up on the shelf, looked...at her watch, and saw it was break time. Grabbing the empty flat boxes, she tossed them into the shopping cart as she walked towards the backroom. Passing her boss Tim Alderwoods she said, "Hey Tim, I am going out back for a cigarette." Ok Becca, I will be out as soon as I finish this box, I could use one too," replied Tim as he placed several. "Let me out! And give me back my clothes!" Not so fast," Jennifer said. "Let's clear up a few things first: Justwhat do you intend to do when--or if--we let you go?" Just what I was hired to do,"I tried to reassure them, "I'm going toreport back to Ms. Bentley ,or maybe not, since you probably told herwhere you are, collect my fee and forget the whole thing! What thethree of you do with that-uh-man is no concern of-mine, and myprofessional code demands that I keep anything I learn on. Those damnedclothes?" he choked out as soon as his mouth was able to formthe words around the food. "Jane told me she'd set you freeand sent you away as . . .as David? For God's sake, David,why aren't you as far away from here and from *her* as youcould get?" Don't talk with your mouth full. It is impolite." Bethchided primly before smiling at herself. "Well, given whereyou sit right now, I can see how that might surprise you. Iam here because I want to be here. However this comes. Come sleep, come . . . * * * * * Ten o’clock comes and I find myself still in bed, waking groggily, slowly, painfully. My head throbs and the first thing that pops into mind is that I am late for work. Jumping out of bed makes the world swing and my derrière connect quite loudly with the floor. The noise and the impolite word that lurches from my mouth bring a stampede running to my door. I duck and cover to avoid being trampled. ‘Sis, are you okay?’ ‘What happened, Holly?’ ‘Fuck, Holly, what.