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Chapter Six Frame While Sandy whiled away her hours and days in her tub, Jim was busy in the garage working on a major welding job that he wanted to have finished by Sandy's upcoming birthday. "What are you makin'?" Phil, his friend from down the road, asked one day when he stopped by to deliver some mail that had mistakenly been put in his mailbox. "I'm not sure," Jim said, laughing as he stepped back from the design and flipped up his eye shield. "Just putting a bunch of odds and ends together and then we'll see if it’s a bird feeder or a mouse trap." "If you decide to patent it, let me know," the lawyer buddy said. "I've got to get home, but good luck on that thing," "Thanks," said Jim, flipping the face shield back into place and realizing that he was almost finished with his pro