He wiped his hands on his canvas apron and took the paper.

He unfolded it, but he didn’t read a word.

He just glanced at the blue notary seal at the bottom and passed it straight back to me.

“What’s this supposed to mean, Glenn?”

He chuckled and folded his arms.

“That’s what they call basic financial management.

You’d know all about it if you lived in the real civilian world and not on some base.”

“It’s a lien on the family property.”