“It doesn’t work at all,” Beverly chuckled that it wouldn’t work anyway. Beverly was starting to lose faith they could pull it off. She wanted...to make it work but she saw some of the same problems that her daughter did. There were too many loose ends and unknowns and it was driving her bananas.“We could pretend the tea fried our brains and come out like Frankenstein,” Beverly suggested an alternative approach. She moved her arms lethargically and pretended to need constant supervision.“No, that. "What that means is they'll rake in almost all of the profit from It's In The Book, which will probably sell at least five million copies over the next year or so, not to mention five or six million in singles sales. That's an ass-load of money for them if they don't have to share as much of it with us. How much do you think they're anticipating making from the tour?" I don't know," Matt said thoughtfully. "Why don't you tell me?" They would make profit off the tour, don't get me wrong there.. “You know, we used those machine guns I passed out. It was a real war.”Carly pulled back from him. “D ... did...”Kevin touched his finger to her lips and nodded. “Here, lie down with me.”Carly got comfortable draping herself around Kevin.He gave her a gentle kiss then said: “War can give you bad feelings. Sometimes, the only way to get them out is to yell. That’s what your Grams is doing. She’s helping your Grandpa to feel better.”Carly nodded, then smiled mischievously and kissed him. “I know. "All we want is equal dibs." Oh," I said. "Sorry, I didn't realise how you felt." Well now you do," said Candy. "So what are you going to do about it?" What I need is some help here," I muttered more to myself than to them."Hang on there's a message coming through," said Erin. "It's a Commander Jefferson for you captain. Isn't he the one?" Yes, yes," I said."Commander," he said."Hi, see you got your promotion at last," I remarked."Yes, just an half strip, but they couldn't delay much more after.