“You don’t need to trouble your head about the estate.

I’m doing all the heavy lifting.

You just concentrate on getting that star pinned on your collar.”

He leaned forward and tapped his bottle on the wooden table.

“Matter of fact,” Glenn said, “seeing as you’re about to be a General, I found a great deal on a new contractor to repave the driveway.

It’ll make the place look perfect in your ceremony pictures.”

I glanced at the blue folder lying between us.