He stepped aside looking the woman up and down as she strode in." Ok if you insist," he giggled resigned to the fact he had no choice."What's your nam... miss?" He asked as he pointed the way to his cellar door." Jez." She replied in a matter of fact way as she used her torched to seek out the box. The stair well was humid and already her perfect complexion was moistening."There's nothing down there," he warned, his voice echoing against the masonry. Jez turned and gave him a wry smile." I've. “Where do you work?” “Erm,” he said. “I’m a back room kind of guy. I work in accounts. I’m a clerk for a small accounting firm. Bradshaw & Wilkins. You won’t have heard of them.” “Back room…?” “Yes,” said Charlie, who avoided Jane’s eyes. “I’m not what you would call a customer-facing kind of guy…” This was the first time that either of them had alluded to the very obvious aspect of Charlie that was so difficult to discuss and which must have been at least as uppermost in Charlie’s mind as it. " What about the survivors' need for food, water, and medical care during the next day or two?" Well, we weren't expecting a lot of people to show up on the first day. It happened to Delta Company, but they have a week's supply of those items for themselves that they can use for the survivors. We can replenish their supply levels later.Leah asks, "What about toilets, showers, toiletries, and grooming supplies?"Carl responds, "Sam is supposed to get porta-potties out to us tomorrow. Showers. I went to the charity shops dropped off the bags and picked up the stuffto make a chicken casserole for supper. I had the casserole in the ovenand was going over some papers for selling my house when Chrissie came in,I had never noticed when I had been Chrissie but she's like a whirlwindalways rushing."Chrissie, we have to talk," I started. "Ok," she responded, "but I'mgoing to have to get changed - something smells lovely." I've done acasserole for supper I explained then we had a discussion.