After all yellowrose's concerns, I was starting to think of it as "Black Friday." But we were all new once, so I wasn't about to lose my temper.

Bisarah had done a lovely job, with A's help, in getting the kitchen clean and supper made. "You both have earned a luxury dinner, and a special late evening. Don't forget to remind me: tomorrow night, OK?"

I hustled away, as there were many things I had yet to accomplish. Got busy when I hit my desk, and buried myself, checking the inventories Mastermike had done. Hmmm. Ended with more frozen pea soup than we started, with none delivered or ordered. (sigh) It was the perfect ending to the perfect day.

Two hours later, the inventory was right, and reentered in the computer. I turned around to grab the next thing off the pile, and there was my dear friend yellowrose.

"What are you doing here, yellowrose?"

"Reporting as ordered, Sir."

"How long have you been waiting, dear heart?"

"About an hour, Sir."

"What? Why so long? You should have tapped on my shoulder!"

She knelt silently for a few moments, and tears appeared on her face.
"Sir Chuck, Sir," and she collapsed, crying, to the floor.

I moved to her side, and put my arm around her, gently.
"yellowrose, come with me here to the couch."

She didn't move. And I had no idea what to do.

I stood up and walked in front of her. God, I hate doing this.

"YELLOWROSE!! OFF YOUR ASS AND STAND UP STRAIGHT!!" top of my lungs.

She looked startled, and shook and looked again. She slowly stood up, and fell into 'Slave attention'; feet separated shoulder width, hands interlaced behind her neck.

I walked up to her and looked her in the eye. She was terrified. Hmm.

Moving next to her ear, I whispered, "yellowrose, dear, you can talk to me. I'm not angry with you, nor am I going to punish you.... unless you think you deserve more than Moebus already gave you. I would much rather not do that. Now talk to me, please."

"I feel so awful, Sir Chuck; I caused so many people so much trouble. What am I going to do?"

"You will go on, yellowrose. Today is history, so let it be so. Come with me: we're going to the Theatre room, watch a good adventure film, eat popcorn and share a soda."

We did so. Good film, "National Treasure". No, it wasn't a bootleg; we rented the film from the distributor. We snuggled on one of the couches.

Time heals errors as much as wounds. We move on.