It helped that Dexter had dropped so much business in his lap.“How soon until we see any money?” Dexter asked.“This one will take more than a ye...r. They are going to try to wear us down,” Mark answered.“That’s what I figured,” Dexter said.Dexter stood there in the lobby of the office looking around. Mark could see that the man was kind of at loose ends. From his past conversations with Dexter, he knew that the man didn’t have any real friends. He figured Dexter had come to the office just to. I do have to improve my cash flow, or I can’t keep paying you, so wish me luck. Of all the people in this town, you are one of the few good guys Jarvis, and you’ve been more loyal than I deserve.” Clarice said.“One feels you have the ability to do more than flee zombies while wearing practically nothing, Miss.” Jarvis said.“See what I mean Paul. Jarvis is as good as they come.” Clarice said.“So it seems Clarice. Hopefully we can figure out something to improve things for you.” I told her.We. “Are you serious about that?” she finally asked.Her penetrating stare put me off a little, but I swallowed hard and nodded. I guess I expected her to sympathize with me, or maybe tell me that everything would work itself out.“Well, if you’re going to face things like a man, you’d better start acting like one,” she said flatly.I blinked at her, too stunned to say anything.“Half of being an adult, of being a man, is taking the good with the bad and not whining about it. Whining never solved. After all if all that is left of humanity and the Confederacy is what is hidden on worlds where the Sa'arm cannot survive then what use is it to survive, somewhat like over hunted mice in a world full of cats. At least until the Sa'arm finally eat themselves out of existence.I just got your letter telling me about Erica's tiff with Major asshat. Yeah I said that! There's a reason that people like that end up dead, shot in the back while retreating ... Anyway there's not much I can do from here.