The girls would miss some of their 'things'. They were mature enough to know that things really didn't matter much. They had each other which mattered... much more than things. But, some of those things were important like pictures of their dad.It made Jim angry that these wonderful, beautiful ladies had to give up so much of their lives just because of a crazy General with some power. He was determined to figure out a way to at least safeguard their belongings and keepsakes before they left town.. In of itself, the warehouse was rather boring, except for the small, single story building that was located directly in front of, and connected to it.The small trading post/general store was like all the others like it, located in nearly every major city on the continent. A small, unimposing shop, made to look rustic with a wide wooden veranda, and walls that made from splitting logs in half that made one wonder how behind in the time the little shop was. It was only the large panes of glass in. “Well thank you Elle, would you mind if we took some photographs whilst the artist is working on you?”“Sure, I guess that it makes sense, instead of just the before and after you can write about how the artist does me and photograph the different stages. You could talk to the artist and get his story as well. Then we can come out here again and I can do all those poses for you again.”“That would be great Elle, none of the other girls would let us take those photographs.” “Well it doesn’t bother. And that, even when I am working, I welcome her presence at my side, her love and beauty soothing my heart and soul.’ Her little bag of embroidery threads and needles lay where I had placed it on the table, and now I tossed it lightly back to where she had last left it on the pillow… now, however, the little red and white bag lay awaiting her on the soft cashmere throw. ‘This shall, I hope,’ I concluded with a little flourish and bow, ‘make M’Lady’s place a little more comfortable and her.