Frank received a phone call from Curt almost six weeks later, who said that the truck was done. Frank took Dee and went over to Curt’s place of busi...ess. They were blown away by what Curt had accomplished. The paint job was outstanding with some special flakes added to the paint that just made the name of the restaurant stand out. It had all the major equipment necessary to operate. It was all Frank imagined it would be and more.Curt told him converting this truck was a challenge and yet a fun. Grumbling to herself at the bad pun, she stepped off the bus and walkedacross the street to work.It was a quiet day at the job. Not too many people were checking out books,giving her ample time to read through the library copy of The Source."Yo, Professor!" Here we go," she thought to herself. Another one of the regulars who hungaround the library decided to try to mess with. She didn't know who was whobecause she stopped looking at them a long time ago. After all, eye contactwould be showing. The song was playing in her head again; “Already I’m so lonesome I could cry…”another tear streaked her pretty face. She thought about the lasting friends she had made at Queen Anne’s. Five of them had been fired with ambition and over drinks in the Student’s Union bar, or during the occasional all-girl pub meal on a Friday evening they had confided their hopes and fears. They all wanted different careers, but most of all they wanted personal success in a man’s world. Of the five of them, Megan. “Shall we go and get settled in?” He asked rhetorically. Dale opened the heavy oak door and swung it open. He ushered Kira into the room and pulled the door closed behind them. The regency suite was lavishly adorned. The living room had a huge fireplace which had been stoked up with logs and was fiercely burning. A huge sofa sat some way off in front and a large pile of blankets was stacked up on one end. Heavy curtains were drawn in front of each window continuing to add to the cosiness. On.