Fifteen Years After My Father Changed the Locks, He Seated Me at Table Twenty-Two

Printed on official bond paper, stamped, and sealed.”

“I can put the raised command seal on it myself,” Simmons said.

“Where should I send the courier?”

“Send it overnight express to the Greenfield Hotel front desk,” I said.

“Put it inside a sealed kraft paper envelope marked Public Affairs Official Record.”

Simmons hesitated for a second over the static on the line.

“Is there an administrative inquiry, General?”

“No, Captain,” I said.