I kept Jones out of that loop. He was Mr. Dawes’s man, not mine, and I did not want to tread on toes.As to my computer, I was tasked with purchasing...that item myself, with a stated budget that I easily kept within. I consulted the company, and placed my order through them, getting me a good price. I was able to pass this on to the client, to show how I got the best possible deal.I also made a start on my records. The staff database listed the names and home addresses, marital status,. Lewis was in his early seventies and had worked on the farm since he was 12. Nearly 60 years of hard work on the farm had marked him. His face was weathered like an old piece of leather and his hands were gnarled and creased with scars. One hand was missing the first joint of his pinkie and ring finger. When asked what happened he always said he froze them off picking strawberries. That was what most people who knew him well called him, ‘Strawberry’. Working a farm for close to seventy years is. " Well that's 'cos you like it that way," said FJ sullenly.Susan had to admit that he had a point, and it wasn't the first time that he had reminded her of that."Well, prove to me that you can be much more gentle, and just maybe, I'll let you have a go with Monica." Today?" If you can satisfy me that you can do it the way she likes it, then yes."At that moment Mara gave a little squeal. Susan looked at her. "Everything okay darling?"Mara gave her mother a brilliant smile. "Yeah," she gasped.. For no one. Donny was gone, irretrievably gone, the gone you didn’t come back from. In four years she had picked herself up and learned to go on, but she still didn’t feel like she was really living again. Something was waiting, something was hanging in the balance, something wasn’t full. She was waiting, wondering whether that something—that someone—would come her way. <,<, >,>, Machinists need cardboard. They need it all the time, to put between layers of finished parts to be shipped.