”Something, almost a smile, picked at the corner of the Sergeant Major’s mouth. “It was, Sergeant. It really was.”I blinked. He sounded almost...... happy. But a Sergeant Major is never happy. Not in my experience anyway. Damn sure not at a funeral for a Soldier.He looked me over. “Your uniform looks good. I’ll need help folding the Flag.”I nodded, I could do something at least. It wasn’t really a request anyway. We talked and I stationed myself at the back of the Chapel so I could come forward. Do you still have inmates in your holding area?} “Negative, sir. They’ve all been cleared and taken upstairs.” {Copy. That’s good. Looks like PD’s bringing you one more. They are currently en route. ETA five mikes. Don’t process her, just search her and lock her down in one of your holding tanks. Then you and Troyer sit tight until this storm blows over, Got it?} “I copy,” I replied, holstering my radio. I glanced over at Amy. “Looks like we caught our lucky break. We’ll only have one inmate to. . Buddy,” I said. I let the tears run for a bit. “Everything I had. That’s what’s left.”He reached over, consoling me with a touch.“I’m sorry, Mimi.”I sniffled, “Let me call the landlord.” I picked up my phone, ran through the contact list, punched his number. Got his receptionist.“Tell him that he can clear it ALL out. The insurance company’s getting pictures. They should pick up the car next week, too.”“I’m so sorry, Mizz Clemons,” the lady said.“Thank you. Stuff happens, I guess.”“Yes,. But we were in 1925, and women of a certain social class, and whose lifestyle had evolved, followed the example of men and settled their romantic jealousies with a duel. So one had to have witnesses, get up early to get to a forest, etc…and Manuela found the whole thing a pain in the ass. To understand the rest of the story, one must know that a young American girl called Angela, recently arrived in Paris, had first fallen in love with Nathalie Rousselot, a novelist who had some success.