Rose was giving Spooky his evening meal in the kitchen when the door bell rang. She held her breath for a moment. The bell rang again. Slowly she walked to the door and called out<br/><br/>"Who is there?"<br/><br/>"The window repairman. I have your window ready to put in, miss." came the short reply.<br/><br/><br/>Rose opened the door ans let a man with a window in. he had a bag with stuff to fix the window or so she assumed. She led the man to the window.<br/>"Please get it fixed and be gone as quickly as possible. I I want to be alone." Rose turned her back on the man who slowly moved the chair and such from the window.<br/>Once Rose was back in the kitchen area, she began to fix her dinner. She chopped some onions to brown in the hamburger for her potato soup. She peeld the potatoes as she continued to watch the workman. He seemed to be a bit slow to her. He was overly particular about getting out the broken glass and smoothing the roughness of the wood around the edge of the window. He then put the putty in the narrow grooves in a very meticulous way. Not getting one speck out of place. The window was placed in and small tacks tucked against the glass for added support. Half an hour had passed and he hadn't put the inside wood in yet! Soon her dinner would be done.<br/><br/>Rose walked to the man in an irratated way and spoke in a demanding way<br/>"Please get those frame pieces in and get out of here immediatly."<br/><br/>"I have been instructed to do this job in the best way possible. It isn't costing you anything for top quality work, you know. Top quality work takes more time than regular work. I'd suggest that you take care of your throat, m'am. It sounds very scratchy to me." the man began to sand the pieces of the window frame before putting them into the window opening.<br/><br/>Rose went into the kitchen muttering something about prefering normal regular work than having work men in her home. She stopped cooking her dinner and stared at the back of the work man even tho he didn't seem to even noticed. After about another 10 minutes of work, he stood up and announced that he was finished. Rose nearly pushed the man out of the door where he nearly bumped into another man. Rose grabbed the package from the second man who was surprised at the fact that Rose just grabbed the package and slammed the door shut.<br/><br/>After a couple minutes, the man rang the bell. Rose had just started the soup once agian. She went to the door and yanked it open.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry m'am but I need a signature for the package." the man asked as he held out the clipboard. Rose hastily signed 'Florence A Kenndy' on the line that the man indicated. Then closed the door quickly.<br/>Rose heard the milk boiling over so she hurried in to move the pan to a cold burner, grumbling about service men. She got a bowl out of the cupboard and absent mindedly put the package in the cupboard. She poured the scorched potato soup into the bowl. She sat down to eat but with the scorched smell reached her nose, Rose nearly puked. She dumped the bad soup down the garbage disposal and started it up. After cleaning out the sink, Rose went to her room to change. She'd walk to the local DQ for an ice cream treat for her dinner and to get away from the apartment. Soon she headed out the back fire escape door and down the fire ladder.<br/><br/>The man came back to the car to do his report.<br/>"The window is in. The package was delivered but by then that woman was literally pushing me out. I didn't get to see where it was put. It was a box about a foot by two foot. Tied with string, taped, and it was to a Miss Florence A Kenndy. I hope that is the package you wanted me to find."