’ The clerk opened the glass case and brought out one of each so Jim could look closer. ‘Who’s it for?’ he asked. ‘My Dad,’ Jim answered....The clerk nodded. ‘Brown is a little more casual,’ the clerk told him. ‘Black, then,’ Jim said. ‘My Dad’s a salesman. He wears a suit to work every day.’ The clerk nodded again and placed the wallet in its box and handed it to Jim. ‘You can pay for it at one of the registers at the front of the store.’ ‘Thanks,’ Jim said, but the clerk was already walking. Now that I was back,they had to share again and neither brother liked it. Of course, it was'all my fault'! I wasn't too happy with the way my brother hadpersonalised my room either. It no longer felt like mine. I wastherefore pleased that after only a couple of weeks it was time totravel to Seaton and resume my university studies.Fortunately for me, our compulsory 'year out' was not a formal part ofthe degree course and hence not subject to marked assessment. Rather itwas intended to give. One had to be able to do basic maths as waste cardboard had to be weighed in on the weigh ridge which was simple to operate if you knew how to do it. Saturdays were hectic till 1 pm when the weighbridge closed for the weekend.Sundays were a Dodd.e as long as you did the occasional patrol of the largevsite which fronted the River Lea and posed a high fire risk and the piles of cardboard waste were always subject to spontaneous combustion especially in hot summer. One Sunday after I,d gone a. It is in your room."The second I walked into my room, I saw a beautiful dress laying on mybed."Did you make this for me?" I asked."Yes, honey. You gotta make a good impression on the first date." Thank you, Tammy. I love it." Girl, we have so much to do, you better go shower, and we will get setup."After I came out from the shower, I saw all the curling irons, make upand other beauty products were sitting in the living room."Quick, go eat, and we will doll you up after dinner." Claire.