“Go ahead and load the boxes back in storage and the rolls out front in domestic,” chimed Brenda from behind her desk as she mulled over unpaid invoices, “I’ve got cash to retrieve.” She picked up the office phone and began dialing.

Rocky adjusted his back brace, finished loading the rest of the boxes full of hardware on to the smaller cart and then began loading the bolts of fabric on to the larger one.
“These treated?” asked Rocky in his New Jersey accent while loading the fabric colorsfirst group of fabric.
“Those?” she confirmed, looking up and pointing with her pen. “Yes,” she replied matter-of-factly. He continued his chores dutifully as Brenda finished leaving a message, pronouncing proudly the name of her wholesale designer fabric outlet.

“D’ you miss Continental?” she asked, hanging up the phone and peering at him over the top of her leopard-printed reading glasses.
“No way,” he shook his head. “Being a cog in the wheel doesn’t compare to managing inventory here,” he answered. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I’ll miss that place.”
“Well, you’re nailing it so far,” she encouraged, shaking her head briefly with a look of satisfaction on her face as she continued reviewing invoices.

“Tell me again about treated versus untreated,” he requested, his muscles bulging underneath his tight blue shirt with every box he heaved.
“Oh, it’s simple. Like I said before, my treated fabrics are totally stain proof. In other words, they can get a stain, but because of pre-chemical treatment the stain can’t absorb and is easily washed out,” she explained. “And of course, the stain-proofed are more expensive,” she added.
“And the untreated…. just take the stain?” he asked, regretfully curling one side of his mouth and looking over at her.
“I’m afraid they do,” she responded with a crinkled nose. “That’s why stain proof is an investment,” she smiled.
“Gotcha,’ he nodded loading the last of the bolts of fabric on top of the others then leaning in with his body weight to push the hefty cart out to distribute them on the sales floor.

With her green and gold tasseled scarf draped over her shoulder, Brenda soon followed behind him in her red cowboy boots, her arm stacked with papers. Moving the stack of papers into the other arm, she began carefully checking against her list of figures price tags on international bolts at the front of the sales floor. Her long gold earrings dangled against her face and her bracelets jingled as she fondled for tags hanging off of the ends of the rolls. She paused looking over her shoulder.

“You remember the stain proof washing requirements, right?” she inquired viewing the back of Rocky’s head as he worked. She continued to examine her comparisons.

Fabric squares

Over in domestics, holding cumbersome bolts of fabric stacked up to his nose, Rocky slowly turned around. His dark eyes barely visible over the top, he recited to her in a muffled voice from behind the bolts the memorable phrase emphasizing the Ts.
Treated are washed together, right?” Brenda flashed her white teeth and nodded acknowledging his good memory as she kept her train of thought looking back and forth from tags to paper. Completing her comparisons, she finally responded, “Yes, Sir,” and marched with her stack of papers toward the back of the sales floor.

As she passed Rocky, she paused continuing the drill, “And if they ask why, what’s the catch phrase?” she inquired, throwing her silk scarf back over her shoulder with her free hand.
He looked sideways twisting his face in recollection, “Collective….chemical requirement?”
“And what does that mean?” she hammered him, lowering her chin awaiting his reply.
“It means the stain proofs must be washed in groups of two or more,” he recited confidently, looking like the teacher’s pet.
“Because?” she continued, raising the bar on his recollection.
“Because…” he paused looking sideways, “the chemical formula requires that the garments must be combined to activate the stain proofing,” he quoted the manual verbatim, awaiting her approval.
“Good job, Rock. I’ll leave it with you,” she said, as she stepped off of the carpet with her papers, boots clopping on the concrete floor leading back to her office.

A variety of contemporary fabrics. From the le...

Surveying his completed work in domestics, Rocky turned around and put his hands on his hips scanning the international textiles up front, deciding where to focus his attention next.

The entry bell sounded as a well-to-do older lady entered through the front glass door.
“Good Afternoon,” Rocky greeted her from across the floor, “How may I help you today?”

John 13:10
Jesus answered, “Those who have had a bath need only to wash their feet; their whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you

John 15:3
You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you

James 5:16
Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.

Matthew 18:20
For wherever two or three are gathered (drawn together as My followers) in (into) My name, there I Am in the midst of them

1 Timothy 1:19
holding on to faith and a good conscience, which some have rejected and so have suffered shipwreck with regard to the faith.

Titus 1:15
To the pure, all things are pure, but to those who are corrupted and do not believe, nothing is pure. In fact, both their minds and consciences are corrupted.

About ashleydwille

Author Ashley D. Wille was always searching for spiritual answers. “True and lasting satisfaction always proved just out of reach. Now, in midlife, I have come to find my soul satiated in God. Through sweet surprises, difficult climbs, and excruciating valleys, the Master’s hand has shaped me. All along the way, God has taught me many things. What He has taught me most is that many of my beliefs about Him were wrong.” Her book, My Journey Through the Cross, is a personal insight shared by an amazing woman. Through her profound experiences and inner struggles, Wille shows how she was able to break through false layers of thinking and move into a deeper relationship with God. Her beautiful journey is just waiting to be shared. If you are ready to live your life free of guilt and shame, you too can learn how to walk in spiritual freedom.
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