“So, you can move into his place?”“Yes. I might have to share with him now and then, but it won’t be often. He has a second bedroom, so it’s...going to work out fine for me.”“Lucky you. I carpool with some other kids who come from my area. I guess I am lucky. Mom’s a good cook so I don’t have to eat this stuff every day,” he said, looking down at his lunch. He was forcing himself to have this conversation. His mind was reeling at the thought that this was happening to him. Were there more people. These ships are now enroute to southern Turkey, and should be there within the next couple of hours. We have a small task force in the immediate area now and they have already begun shelling the invaders, but I doubt if it will have a great effect on them because a lot of their forces are far enough inland to be out of range of all of our artillery except for our missiles. If the weather lifts, we'll be able to launch the birds from the Nimitz, but our latest forecasts don't predict any. "Frank turned back around to see that Oliver had stopped halfway across the kitchen, looking startled and perplexed as he studied Sam."He's not hungry, either," Frank answered for him.Sam frowned. "You don't have to be rude, Frank. If you're going to have friends sleep over, you should at least let them eat breakfast in the morning." I had two dinners," Oliver said, obviously trying to be helpful."See?" Frank said as he grabbed Oliver's arm to pull him out the door. "He's not hungry."Sam. “What has your father got to do with the raids on the highway, Vincent?”“He was Frankie’s agent. He picked up the stolen goods and sold them on,” Vincent replied in disgust.“I’ve not heard of anyone with the Arrondale name in town,” Ulani replied perplexed.“No, that because he has been using the name Sir Allan Dale,” Paul said.“Oh, my goodness! I know that name and the man. He has worked for the Greco Shipping Company for about six months. I have dealt with him several times, as I sell a lot of.