I had five calls to make, and all of them were within a mile or so of Louise Woods's house. No time wasted driving around, looking for little boxes op...imistically named 'Mon Repos' and 'Dunwerkin'.The major difficulty about writing a story based on the day-to-day activities of a water-softener installer is that after a while, the days tend to sort of merge into one another. I will, therefore - to cut a long story short - tell you only about the interesting bits.The most interesting bit about. You’ve done so much for me, shown me so much love, and I have nothing to give you for Christmas,” she said, weeping.Ross put his hand on hers and tenderly caressed it.“You’re alive and healthy, April. That’s what I want more than anything,” he said quietly, holding April’s hand in his and lightly kissing it, “That night when we went to the hospital, I was afraid I was going to lose you. That thought scared me shitless. Having you is more important than some gift in a pretty wrapper.”“Thank you.. I’m sure she would find it interesting and learn a lot.” “Well, if she is interested,” Frank answered tentatively, looking at me for an indication of my thoughts. “Yes, Frank, I like the antique market, at least what I see of it working with Margot,” I said, being quite truthful. Margot and I were ganging up on poor Frank now. “She has a real knack for spotting good deals, and she picks up on what the customer is interested in. She is a natural Frank,” Margot suggested in the persuasive way. Are you sure you want to do this?" Yes Bruce, stop stalling the inevitable!", Jane replied desperately."Okay then, here goes" and Dr. Banner flipped the switch with his free right hand. They were both hooked up to a transfusion machine which would periodically transfer enough of Bruce's blood into Jane's veins to completely replace her own.They saw Bruce's blood flow through the fine tubes over to Jane's side to finally disappear and become part of her. It would be a process taking over three.