"Every piece of paper I picked up had already been passed by someone higher up ... that's not a real job." I said, "Even the mailroom clerk has a real...job."So ... she made a call and Dalmar came down."Finally," he said. "Run into something you can't figure out?" Nope." I said, "I want a real job ... like mailroom. If I'm going to run this place when you die ... yeah ... you won't live forever ... I need to know how it works. Stamping paperwork that's already been approved by my boss isn't. . and ... I got a surprise for you, buddy!" What, surprise -whaddya mean? What am I five years old? You gonna pull a quarter out of my ear or something?" you chuckle."Ohhh ... just you wait buddy, I'm sending something your way that'll knock your socks off." Wow, well uhm ... sure, sounds like a blast. When're you gonna be in town?" you ask. But Brent just chuckles."Just you wait buddy! Like nothing you've ever seen!" came the non-answer. And the connection died. How odd, but Brent was always. She stood there in heels and the billowing dress as a waiting fat figure smiled then bowed."Joseph," she said surprised but not understanding why. After all Joe Mobana was the eighteen year old son of the president. Already a healthy 20 stone his portly frame showed that although he wore the military uniform he was no jungle warrior."Miss Goodbody it's so nice to see you again and I must say you're looking lovely as ever."Rachael heard the sarcasm in his voice."Joe, please I just want to leave.. “Once I convinced her that shouldn’t be the case, they had a nice reunion a while back.”“Shhh. Here they are,” Sara said, waving her hands. A moment later, the pair of 60-somethings walked in with open arms.“Lawrence! What a day! What a place!” boomed Nicholas Moore, a semi-retired FedEx executive now based in St. Louis. “I have never dreamed of such a place, being stuck in the Midwest all these years.”“Please enjoy your time here,” I said with a slap on the back. At the same moment, his bride.