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door. “Honestly, ladies, I wish you would let me say how I feel instead of guessing. Where in the world you got the idea that I don’t like this house is beyond me.” Jake, very poignant, walked from the bedroom.
Cal, with an ‘it figures’ look to Estelle, raised her hands and let them fall with a slap as she and Estelle followed Jake out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Caldwell Research Institute - Atlanta, GA
March 11 th - 9:00 a.m.
Before a long observation window, Greg stood with his hands behind his back. He had a snickering smile upon his face as he stood with Stan watching inside. The vocal sounds of ‘ah’ in different musical notes seeped through the exterior speaker.
“How . . .” Greg cringed at a bad note. “How long has he been doing that?”
“Since seven,” Stan told Greg.
“Has anyone asked him why?”
“Oh, yes, several times,” Stan said.
“And what was h is reasoning?”
“He um . . .” Stan hid his chuckle. “He wants to make sure he can still sing lead.”
Greg’s mouth opened with a silent ‘oh’ and he nodded. He looked back in the window and laughed.
Fort Bragg, North Carolina
March 11 th - 10:15 a.m.
Cal was apprehensive about entering Jake’s office. She guessed she always would be. She stepped inside into Jake’s world.
Corporal Lancing sat behind his desk. He greeted her. “Soon to be Mrs. Graison, Ma ’am, how are you?”
“Fine. Is he in?”
“Expecting you.”
“What’s his mood?” Cal asked.
“Normal.”
“Shit. O kay.” Cal moved to Jake’s office door. “Should I just go right . . .”
The door opened, and Jake’s arm reached out and snatched Cal in. Cal shrieked and the door slammed.
“Jake.” Cal pulled away. “You scared . . .” She was silenced by a kiss from Jake.
Jake stepped back with a hard smack kiss and he smiled at her. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“They took our offer. We got the house.”
Cal let out another shriek and jumped up allowing Jake to grab her and hug her. “Oh, Jake , this is so great!”
“That’s why I needed you here.” He set her down. “By the way, did you finish working out this morning?”
Cal grumbled. “Yes. Why?”
“Because you’re gonna be busy the rest of the day. Do you mind?”
“Jake, you have me busy every day. What am I doing?”
Jake walked behind his desk. “I apologize, but you’re going to have disregard today’s agenda.”
“Oh, bummer.” Cal sat in a chair before Jake’s desk.
“Sorry. Anyhow.” Jake handed her an envelope. “I need you to run this check to Estelle. Hand money slash down payment.”
Cal opened the envelope.
“Cal, must you peek?”
“Yeah, Jake, I must.” She whistled. “I could have written a check. You should have called.”
“I don’t want you using your money.”
“Our money,” Cal corrected. “Unless you have no intention of going joint once we get married.”
“Hey, I’m willing to go with ‘what’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine’ now. You’re the one who won’t . . .”
“Not again, please.” Cal placed the check in her purse. “Is this it?”
“No.” Jake shook his head. “Estelle is giving you papers to bring here, and I have to fill them out and sign them. Then I need you to take them back. Actually, we both have to fill them out.”
“What kind of papers?” Cal asked.
“Mortgage papers.”
“Aw Jake ,” Cal whined. “Why are we getting a mortgage? Why don’t we just use all our money for the house?”
“Cal, please.” Jake looked offended. “We cannot liquidate most of our cash. Besides, it is completely un-American not to have a mortgage payment.”
“All right.” Cal shrugged. “I’ll be back.”
“And no dallying.” Jake pointed. “I have us down for lunch.”
“I’m not eating at the mess with you again. People are weird with you. I feel funny.”
“No mess ,” Jake told her. “We’ll leave base.”
“Excellent. It’s a date.” Cal hurried to the desk,
Cal, with an ‘it figures’ look to Estelle, raised her hands and let them fall with a slap as she and Estelle followed Jake out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Caldwell Research Institute - Atlanta, GA
March 11 th - 9:00 a.m.
Before a long observation window, Greg stood with his hands behind his back. He had a snickering smile upon his face as he stood with Stan watching inside. The vocal sounds of ‘ah’ in different musical notes seeped through the exterior speaker.
“How . . .” Greg cringed at a bad note. “How long has he been doing that?”
“Since seven,” Stan told Greg.
“Has anyone asked him why?”
“Oh, yes, several times,” Stan said.
“And what was h is reasoning?”
“He um . . .” Stan hid his chuckle. “He wants to make sure he can still sing lead.”
Greg’s mouth opened with a silent ‘oh’ and he nodded. He looked back in the window and laughed.
Fort Bragg, North Carolina
March 11 th - 10:15 a.m.
Cal was apprehensive about entering Jake’s office. She guessed she always would be. She stepped inside into Jake’s world.
Corporal Lancing sat behind his desk. He greeted her. “Soon to be Mrs. Graison, Ma ’am, how are you?”
“Fine. Is he in?”
“Expecting you.”
“What’s his mood?” Cal asked.
“Normal.”
“Shit. O kay.” Cal moved to Jake’s office door. “Should I just go right . . .”
The door opened, and Jake’s arm reached out and snatched Cal in. Cal shrieked and the door slammed.
“Jake.” Cal pulled away. “You scared . . .” She was silenced by a kiss from Jake.
Jake stepped back with a hard smack kiss and he smiled at her. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“They took our offer. We got the house.”
Cal let out another shriek and jumped up allowing Jake to grab her and hug her. “Oh, Jake , this is so great!”
“That’s why I needed you here.” He set her down. “By the way, did you finish working out this morning?”
Cal grumbled. “Yes. Why?”
“Because you’re gonna be busy the rest of the day. Do you mind?”
“Jake, you have me busy every day. What am I doing?”
Jake walked behind his desk. “I apologize, but you’re going to have disregard today’s agenda.”
“Oh, bummer.” Cal sat in a chair before Jake’s desk.
“Sorry. Anyhow.” Jake handed her an envelope. “I need you to run this check to Estelle. Hand money slash down payment.”
Cal opened the envelope.
“Cal, must you peek?”
“Yeah, Jake, I must.” She whistled. “I could have written a check. You should have called.”
“I don’t want you using your money.”
“Our money,” Cal corrected. “Unless you have no intention of going joint once we get married.”
“Hey, I’m willing to go with ‘what’s mine is yours, what’s yours is mine’ now. You’re the one who won’t . . .”
“Not again, please.” Cal placed the check in her purse. “Is this it?”
“No.” Jake shook his head. “Estelle is giving you papers to bring here, and I have to fill them out and sign them. Then I need you to take them back. Actually, we both have to fill them out.”
“What kind of papers?” Cal asked.
“Mortgage papers.”
“Aw Jake ,” Cal whined. “Why are we getting a mortgage? Why don’t we just use all our money for the house?”
“Cal, please.” Jake looked offended. “We cannot liquidate most of our cash. Besides, it is completely un-American not to have a mortgage payment.”
“All right.” Cal shrugged. “I’ll be back.”
“And no dallying.” Jake pointed. “I have us down for lunch.”
“I’m not eating at the mess with you again. People are weird with you. I feel funny.”
“No mess ,” Jake told her. “We’ll leave base.”
“Excellent. It’s a date.” Cal hurried to the desk,
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