"Ah, Charles, welcome. Put your little suitcase over there and comesit." Robert's faux friendliness was disconcerting.He was wearing tracksuit pants a...d a longsleeved t-shirt, definitelynot house attire but who was here to chastise him? He would have beenfreezing except for the roaring fire behind his ornate, almost throne-like chair."Come and sit here and let's have a chat." He pointed to a hard-backedchair set up in front of him.Charles knees nearly gave way on him as he made his way to the. Lissa sat down on the couch next to Carla, the only open spot. Peter turned his head and smiled at her for a second, then returned his attention to the game on TV.Lissa had never really been all that interested in sports, but since there was really nothing else to do, she decided to watch the game as well. She didn't even know who the teams were, but apparently one of them was winning twenty-four to seventeen.About fifteen minutes later, one of the players fumbled the ball on the eleven yard. ”“You remembered. Now Flockhart isn’t that big, but he’s quick. Supposedly very quick.”“Good to know. Say, will you miss it, sir? Soldiering?”“In a way; it was my whole career, you know. But the times have changed; I guess they always do.”He looked off into the distance, “Now, I can still captain when the occasion arises. The men still turn to me with questions, needs, and wants. They still seek direction in all things, big and small.”He gave me a wry smile, “Not many big things these days.”I. But enough was enough, she couldn’t hold in her frustrations. Finally, she rolled her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and put her hands on her hips. “You mean to tell me,” she loudly sighed again, “that there is no way I’m leaving this store with a simple can of olives?” She continued before he could speak, “No, no. You’re telling me that no one in this entire store thought that a customer could possibly want to eat olives? Olives! That not one competent individual could be bothered to.