Recycle
Maggie wondered where all the scrap metal came from. The steel mill where she worked always got a good chunk of material from the junkyard.
She spotted the junkyard owner talking with the steel mill owner.
"Yeah, months ago, my electromagnet went haywire," the man they called Crazy Ernie said.
Maggie paused. Wait, didn't she have a brother? Magnus, was it?
"It's okay now, the guy at the controls must've been dozing off," Ernie replied. He spotted Maggie lifting a fresh sheet of metal onto a conveyor belt. "Looks like we bought our magnets from the same company."
The steel mill owner, a burly man they called Jake, laughed. "This ol' girl's been workin' like a charm."
My brother destroys them, while I reassemble them. Maggie thought.
She glanced below at several metal sheets. A gang of workers were packing them in a truck.
"Okay, boys," Jake said after Ernie left. "Those go to... uh... where?"
One of the workmen shrugged. "Some place that makes cars."
Another order went to a manufacturer of desk lamps. Maggie wasn't one to keep track of where the metal was going, but sometimes on slow days, it kept her busy.