Immediately, I began to wonderwhat secrets Brad might be keeping from me."Nah, he's running around today trying to get stuff ready before he leaves.Co...me on in if you like. It's damn cold outside." 'Sure, that sounds good."After he stepped in and took off his coat, he offered me his hand. "Hi, I'mBill Harris, Brad's father."Jesus! I didn't know what to say, certainly not with the firm grip he nowhad on my hand. I invited him to wait in Brad's room. I went to fetch himsome coffee, and when I. Several I had met previously at the office party for Christmas. Finally Jen introduced me to Carrie, her best friend, the hostess of the party.“Ahhhhh, so you’re Jeff.” she said, extending her hand.“Is that a good or bad Ahhhhhh.” I replied, shaking her hand.“Oh, it’s a good Ahhhh, trust me.” she answered with a smile and a wink.We talked for a while, then she excused herself to mingle with her other guests. The night moved along well and the food, music and company were all good. I guess it. And with that she was gone. The word had spread that there was a rooster in the henhouse and there was a mad scramble for a position at my table. Julie just managed to grab a chair ahead of the crush. ‘Back off girls, give the man some room.’ ‘Bitch.’ One of them said. ‘Who said that you were sitting there?’ ‘I did. I reserved this seat and I mean to keep it. Suck it up girls, he’s mine.’ ‘I don’t think that you should wind them up like this, there could be blood on the lino before the night’s. Trish taking the job took a great deal of worry out of the equation for Dave. He had plenty he wanted to do at the shop. Change the layout of the shop being one of the first things he wanted to tackle. But there were new benches to build and he wanted to extend the toilet facilities so they could fit a shower, changing area and lockers. This was future-proofing, for if they needed to employ staff.The second week in January, Dave was down the shop building some new benches. There was a.