condensed master

Will Bonner
he felt sick with Louise's little hand gripping him so tightly, there was no mistaking
that she was sending him a message. He picked her up and carried her home and
within minutes she was fast asleep.
Will lay on the bed, his mind was split in two. On the one side was Mark
screaming his head off, and on the other, the quiet despair of Louise being left with,
in her mind, strangers. Their respective families still lived in England, thirteen
thousand miles away, and they would have to accept being on their own.
Visiting the hospital next day, Will learned that Mark had sustained a
greenstick fracture of his collar bone whilst he was being born, and it would take
him awhile to get better. It seemed completely out of keeping to see this little baby
with his arm in a sling!
Will's associate in the test room at work was away, consequently, he could not
take any time off. The routine of leaving Louise at Ivan's each day, then being with
her briefly in the early evening before visiting the hospital was painful, to say the
least. He could see that she was suffering in silence by the look on her face when
he picked her up to take her home.
A few days later Dorothy came home with baby Mark, so now they were a
family of four and everyone settled down to a more secure routine. Needless to
say, Louise was more often than not clinging to her mother, probably wondering
when she was going to be whisked away again!
It had been nearly three years now since making the move to Watson-Victor,
and Louise was approaching her third birthday. By now he had covered every
aspect of the work that was required of him, and things had remained easy, with
no challenges or trauma, consequently, he was in excellent condition mentally.
The only factor that he realized he would have to address, sooner or later, was
the financial aspect. There were very few pay rises, and very little prospect of
anything forthcoming on the horizon. One of the employee's would occasionally
help him out in the test-room, a man by the name of Frank Churchill and it was he
who provided him with the answer.
"I'm leaving next week Will."
"Have you got a job to go to?"
"Yes, there's a company in the city and they're still looking for television
engineers. Do you want me to put a word in for you?"
Will was wary, as things stood at the moment he was as secure as he could
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