“Are you sure you want to give them up?”

“My mother and father won’t be coming,” I said.

“Two passes will be enough for my off-base guests.”

Brenda checked the serial numbers against the master list with the tip of her pencil.

“That’s funny,” Brenda said, frowning at her computer screen.

“The superintendent’s office reassigned those exact two seats forty-five minutes ago.”

I looked at the brass clip on her board.

“Who asked for the reassignment?” I asked.