I know her routine, but if she makes a move towards the closet I'll tackle her," Ted explained. "Believe me when I say that I don't want her seeing yo... in there anymore than you do want to be seen. I think you'll be surprised at your Grandma. She's not the same woman behind closed doors." Maybe not, but it was hard to picture little Grandma Effie acting anything like how Ted had said she did. I had protested this violation of Grandma's privacy at first but Ted was not moved by my argument. At. We needed some advice.Ted had recommended Carl "Stumpy" Jorgensen. He was a well known character in Whatcom County financial and business circles. Despite his backwoods style, he was a trustworthy interpreter of federal and state tax law. It was natural that Mom and I would consult with him on the purchase. Carl listened carefully to our plan and nodded in agreement with our suppositions. He seemed to be impressed.He told us that for a pair of neophyte entrepreneurs, he was surprised at how. "But I liked that job; I had fun working at it." I protested weakly, but knew that I was now past that side of my life."Onwards and upwards, you're in the Army now." Nichole said with a smile.She led me back to the car that was now devoid of the driver and body-guard. "You'll need this and this." Nichole said handing me an identity badge and what looked like a mobile phone." I don't need this, I have my own." I said taking my phone from my pocket."This is special, it can't be blocked by normal. " She turned to face him. "In any case, you're too busy ogling to listen." Am not." He waggled his finger at her, pretending to be stern, and not doing too well. "Despite reports to the contrary, men can multitask. They just generally choose not to. By God, you are gorgeous, you know that?" See what I mean?" No, no. Salt. I heard. But what for?" Well, it's sort of your first lesson. Wait!. Please don't move. Not yet." I was just going to have a closer look." Well, don't." It's kinda like a crop.