Monday morning, Christopher headed to the cotton mill to meet with his father, Colonel Turner and some of the other employees. As he entered the building, he glanced at the tenements through a mist so heavy it was nearly rain.
What a shame people have to live like this. Disgusting. He hurried inside.
What a shame people have to live like this. DisgustingThe heat and humidity inside the mill—necessary to keep the cotton strands supple—provided a welcome respite from the cold of the morning. Christopher met his father and the colonel at the door.
None of the men spoke. Over the earsplitting noise of the factory, there was no point. Colonel Turner extended a handful of masks—one of Christopher’s many inventions to improve the wellbeing of their workers—and Christopher fitted his over his f
