“Wait here.”I saw a man come around the truck and head our way. Mrs. Hartwell was already out, heading straight for him. “Is she here?” the ma... asked, not trying to keep his voice down.Mrs. Hartwell stopped in front of her husband, and Lisa ran to catch up.I stayed next to the stairs with the house key in hand. If nothing else, should he charge me, I could run back inside and lock them all out.Mr. Hartwell stepped past his wife when he saw his daughter. His questions made it up to me. “Are you. However, so far she had not allowed him even to touch her between her legs. They were on his bed getting ready for the nightly ritual when Chris said, "Mom I want to look at you." "You can look at me anytime you want." Chris rolled his eyes and said, "You know what I mean. I want to look at you down there. You've seen me plenty of times, but I have only seen glimpses of you." Chris's request wasn't a surprise to Allison. She knew that it would be coming. "All right, but just look, no touching.". Yours huh?" Yeah, and I'm not part owner; I'm sole owner. Don't know where you got the idea I was only part owner," he said."Me neither, somethin' I heard and got wrong, I guess. But, I mean you're tending—So you're doin' good then," I said."I do okay. And, yes, I keep my hand in the day-to-day and do some tending, as you note. It suits me. And I'm a little shorthanded right now. Hard to keep good help."I don't know, Joey. I've never worked in a bar before. I Mean don't you gotta have. Leutnant Spangenburg has elected to remain behind with Gerda, who has chosen to care for a number of the British wounded. Carpentier, therefore, accompanies me as interpreter, his Black woman tucked behind his back.Back at Rungwa, I take the Captain to the hotel to meet his General. I give them a few moments alone. I presume they have much to talk about."Sorry business, old boy!" the General tells the Captain. "Damn it man, didn't you get my dispatch? Bloody French! Never should have relied on.