”“Bye, Charles ... I Love you.”I went downstairs and saw Annie, poring over a number of documents, scratching her head and looking very serious.... She heard me enter the room.Without looking up, she said, “Hi honey. What time are Claire and Kalista coming over tomorrow morning?”“Mom ... how could you possibly ... Were you listening in on the phone?”“No, dear ... this is Sunday, two days before the start of Cotillion. You and Claire haven’t danced in about four weeks, so I put two and two together. I slipped on a pair of faded jeans, well-worn faded jeans that currently appeared to need washing, and a toned-down touristy type button-down shirt. I also had a style of sandals that didn’t look like any I had seen in stores back home.April got a stroller that perfectly matched her car seat, a beaten-up backpack for her baby stuff. I got some older, well-traveled, Samsonite luggage that appeared as if we had raided our grandparent’s attic. The best thing about the old suitcase is how easy it. “Hey there, Asswipe,” I added. “If you’re planning on giving me more interference with my business here, then I’m gonna look up your mama, your wife, your daughters, and your sisters, and then I’m gonna take that pig-sticker of yours and cut ’em from their assholes, to their cunts, to their bellybuttons! That’ll be one bunch of nigger gals which won’t be breeding anymore ignoramuses like you!”I snatched up the pimp’s switchblade and dropped it along with the pistol into my jacket pockets. . "Would you like me to give him a general's PA's summons?"Mark grinned back. "No, my love."Mark went into the general's office and picked up the telephone."Yes, General?" said Alison.Mark snorted which induced a peal of laughter from Alison."Guess," he said."Colonel Wilson, General?" Alison!"There were further giggles and then a voice answered."Wilson, Colonel AQ." Good morning, Sir. Mark Bowers." Hello, Mark. What can I do for you?" It's a tricky one, Sir. You didn't come to the Summer Ball,.