The silent treatment, he turned and leaned against the door. "Em, I'msorry, it's just, oh I can't even explain, you don't believe me why wouldyou? You...think I've gone mad, hell even I think I've gone mad but Ihaven't."After a few hours he returned to his room, he saw the comic book in it'sslip, he picked it up slowly, examining it.He'd never seen anything like it, here, in his hands was a comic bookworth millions, older than he but in pristine condition. He was holdingone of the rarest comic. So, for now, I'm just going to have to go back down there andtry and face it," Linda replied."I don't like it one little bit. I just wish I could assist in theshop," Christopher went on."Well, remember that idea I mentioned last night." Yes, I do. You certainly intrigued me." Well, I think with your help, this idea could be the answer to ourproblem," said Linda."What's that? You know I'll do anything to help," was the reply."Well my idea in a word is, you." Me, what do mean, me?" Well, as you. It’s nice to meet different people as they come into the shop. Some are very rude, but others are a delight to meet and speak to,’ she said whilst looking me straight in the eye with a lovely smile. ‘I hope I come into the second category then. I don’t think I’ve been rude to you so far have I?’ ‘Not at all,’ she said. ‘In fact it really gave me a lift seeing you coming in the door just now. I was wondering if I’d see you again. Do you live close by then?’ ‘Yes, just a hundred yards round the. He told her as he finnally made his deposit shuving all of that monster in that she would never have to worry about a job again as long as he was manager. Her regular customers didn't know what to think of her spending so much time in the kitchen, one big guy finnally asked her what was so interesting in the kitchen, that she was supposted to be waiting on them? She said she just smiled and said you do what you got to do told him to move over if he wanted her to sit down. As soon as she sat.