Next week can you arrange to have them placed in boxes and taken to whoever in the local church school system would be responsible for them, please? I...want to keep the filing cabinets, but I see some legal issues with me having the personal information they have a responsibility for.”While slowly shaking his head Tom says, “I did wonder about all of the records, but I never bothered to look. Show me where they are, and I’ll get them to the right people.” Hal and Tom go back to the two rooms. " How long does that last?" Eighteen to thirty months but we normally sell them after eighteen." Why?" A number of reasons. We've got plenty of good grazing for them and the sheep so they put on weight quite quickly. Their meat is tenderer at that age so we normally get a reasonable price for them and then it saves us the cost of supplementing their feed in the winter when the grass stops growing."Diana nodded. "That all makes good sense," she said and thought for a moment. "Why don't you have. "It was only then that Ellen realized her father knew more than he was saying. "Will do," she said hurriedly and hung up the phone, grabbing her purse and heading out the door in one motion. She didn't look toward her Dad's office but she wouldn't have found him if she had. Jerry was pulling into a parking lot where one car and two angry looking people waited.Jerry pulled up beside the car and exited in a hurry. He knew what Ellen's abrupt departure had meant. He had lit a fire under her ass. That is fortunate."Just then there was the sound of a service cart being pushed through the hallway and, as if summoned, Gunda appeared pushing in their lunch. Blonde like Rose and built like a house-slave, she looked the two of them over. "Rose, I didn't know you were here now. I thought old Denter would have kept you for sure." Daisy," said Rose. "You're looking well." It's Gunda now." She gave a sigh. "I suppose it suits me better anyway. I was born in Bavaria, you know." To the blank look.