"I don't think I've seen you here before" I said casually and he laughed, "No I'm usually out and about drumming up new business" Sounds interesting" ...I said truthfully, "I'd like to be in the sales team eventually" You should apply"I laughed, "But I wouldn't know who to apply to"Reaching into an inside pocket of his jacket, he pulled out a card and gave it to me,"First day back after the holidays, come and see me"I looked at the card which simply said,"Frank Harwood" with a phone number,"Oh" I. That's when I understood what mom had told me about boys.Hi," he said as I stood there, wondering if I should sit down or leaveas gracefully as possible. Mom pointed to the chair beside her, then gotup to get me a soda as well. Now I had no choice. I sat, sweeping myskirt to the side like mom had told me. Jack is one of the boys thatcould never dress like a girl and get away with it. Tall and wide, withmuscles out to there, his hair cut extremely short, plus that bulldogface of his would never. “And how old do I look?”“Well,” the young woman says with a shrug of her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say that you’re older than fifty.”The older woman bursts out laughing. “I good guess my dear. I only wish I was that young again.”“How old are you then?”The older woman holds up a crooked finger and says, “I lady never tells her age does she?”Veronica gives her an uncomfortable smile as she is taken back behind the counter and into a smaller room. In the room’s center is a small glass case with an. She apologized for her intrusion, and told me she was on her way home from work. She did night administration at a local hospital, and her car broke down, and her cell phone was flat. And then she realized she was close b to my place so she decided to walk over for my help, and it started pouring rain. I said that it was OK, and would she like to call her husband and let him to know. She said yes and it was then i wondered what was going on. I went to the kitchen to make some coffee for us.