A clean sweep of the upper management would be best’ He said with one of his wicked smiles. ‘What chance do we have?’ ‘Oh, I should think you ...ave a very good chance. You don’t earn much, and they will need to keep some people.’ ‘And you?’ ‘Me—well I should go I would guess. Too highly paid. Too old —definitely not with the new program.’ He smiled as if he actually welcomed the prospect of leaving a place he had worked in for thirty-five years. He had been here since he graduated from High. Better...I knew what he wanted me to do instinctively, just as I knew enough of what was going on to stay scared. I can't explain it better than to say some thoughts and some things didn't seem to originate from me.The thing that worried me the most was my own mind. Did I really want Tattoo? Or did he have enough hold to keep me his, even splintered from whatever that thing was...Could I even be safe without him?Because that thing was out there! Fuck it had my best friend, I have to tell-My. I'd much prefer to have seen you pull up a van and do it like a ..." the super was about to say man, but thought better of it. Arnie gave him one last scowl, and realized it was costing him his things arguing. He found his dresser under the last layer of clothing, and dumped the drawers into the Beetle's trunk. Then he went back for his curlers and other necessaries, swearing as he broke a heel in the process. The super shook his head disbelieving as he watched Arnie focus on his feminine. ‘Why did you never try?’ The question was delivered with a sigh and a soft shake of her head The tears appalled me, I had no idea how to respond. I could only sit woodenly as Josephine rose quickly to her feet and almost ran to the stile. Before I realised what was happening, Josephine was over the wall and away leaving me staring open mouthed at her as she hurried down the lane towards home. Bewildered by what had happened I stood up and wiped my hands on the backs of my legs to get rid of the.