“What’s up, Dad? I knocked off a bit early shortly after Cara had told me that she and her mom would come for Thanksgiving, but would like to invite us to dinner this coming Sunday evening. My business is expanding rapidly—sometimes I think too rapidly—and I can see that Cara is being stretched too thin. Once again Professor Eastman came to my rescue. I had just ended a phone call with my contact at the Pentagon when Cara informed me that two special agents from the FBI were here to see me. I certainly had no objection. I saw nothing but love in Sara’s eyes when I gazed her way and I knew in that second that I was in for an incredible time that night. They have a bunch of good no-load funds. The room was sparsely furnished and the furnishings were obviously old, but they showed signs of excellent care and the room was as neat and as clean as my house was after the cleaners had spent half the day working and scrubbing.
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