Eliza and Softy reconstituted the old pillows into new ones. Eliza delivered the pillows and her customer was satisfied.
"My husband came home early and asked where his pillow was. I just said that I was washing it, so he didn't seem to mind. I think he'll be happier not knowing that I bought him a new pillow. If he doesn't notice that I had my hair cut and colored he certainly won't notice a new pillow."
"Good idea. I'll suggest it to future female customers," Eliza said.
"So are you going to stick around?"
"No, we need to be leaving town. We have a mission in Dustland. We need to see how someone is doing."
"Can't you just call or email?"
"No, we can't be that direct."
"Did you know that Dustland is just a couple of hours from here, if you go on the old road? There might be a log or two that have fallen on the road, but they are not hard to pull aside if you have a rope."
"Yea, we have a rope. We'll give it a try."
"Would you like to sell some pillows for us? We'll give you half of what you take in."
"Half! Wow, those pillows must have a great mark-up!"
"No, not really. We are paying to distribute the pillows around the US. It is our mission to give everyone a good night's sleep."
"Ok. I'll be glad to sell some pillows. As long as it is for the good of humanity. I don't really need the money."
"Fine. You can use your pillows as the samples, and we'll be through here is a week or so to help you fill the orders."
"Sounds peachy to me."
"See you soon. Write down your questions so when we talk next I can answer them."