"One that I can't refuse?" I asked with a smile.He blinked. "This situation isn't one for humor." Do you see that woman over there?" I said, nodding t... Lieutenant Jones. "Right now, she is wondering if you are the last straw." The last straw?" Comparatively, there aren't a lot of CAP nines. Seventy five out of a thousand sponsors if we could count everyone," I said. "I happen to be young and a high nine CAP. Lieutenant Jones believes that, with some help, I could achieve a CAP ten. I'd be a. . at least that is what she thought until her civics class, just before lunch.Donald Envers sat behind her in the class, she had been friendly with him in the past, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. She was a little put off because of his tendency to talk about how great his church was at the drop of a hat. He had tried to convince her to join him at one of the Sunday church meetings, just to take a look, see how great it was and how friendly everyone was.Tanya had politely declined his. It wasn't that Alfred disliked life in Aidonsburh. It was a small town of roughly four dozen households sandwiched in the mouth of a narrow mountain vale - He loved it, in fact. Good people to live by, interesting travelers with their interesting tales, fine beer and mead, plenty of lovely girls of every taste that had always had a crush on him. It had a magnificent view the Edevall forest that stretched down the deep mountain valley, the green tree-tops obscuring the road that ran it's length.. She could afford, at least for now, to let it play out inPhoebe-time. She had no idea how long her daughter would stay, but therewould be a morning, at the very least, and new beginnings were whatmornings were for, after all. She couldn't remember the last time sincethat there would be a morning with Phoebe in it.Well she can call it what she likes, but it still a garage! The roomshe's got me stashed away in isn't much bigger than a refrigerator box,but I guess I can't complain. What did I.