I mean, I was always pretty smart, but as it stood I just plainhad an unfair advantage of quite a few years on my pears."Thanks Grandma," I said as I ...tarted to nibble at a sandwich. Despiteher usual bad cooking, it was hard for Grandma to screw up a sandwich.We made small talk for about ten minutes, most of which time I spent onthe one sandwich. My reduced appetite still felt weird."Hey Stephy," Grandma said after the ten minutes, "I want to speak withyour mother for a few minutes, how about. ”This idea made sense, so we set off together. My only worry was that we’d be close to Jamie’s home but if Irene and Brenda thought that it would be okay who was I to query. My nerves were on edge as were neared the farmhouse and were wolf-whistled by two farmhands. About one hundred yards beyond there was a small three-roomed building. This place was Irene and Brenda's bothy. It was cramped but homely. The girls left us there while they went off to see the boss and collect some food.John and. Their plan was to carefully drag the frame, without removing the glass, over the path then turn it sideways to get it through the gate and on to the buyer’s trailer. But the frame was quite heavy and proved too awkward to get through the gate, which meant it had to be lifted over the wall. How could I not offer my help as they struggled to manoeuvre it and have a bit of fun in the process? Dave immediately guessed what I was up to, and subtlety winked as he realised that I was about to take. "In the court-yard, or in the hallway?" Allen asked carefully."Both, actually," Caleb replied with a grin.Allen flinched again, quickly running the images through his mind. He shook his head, saying, "They would have to be ghosts." That's the name of our unit," Caleb answered. "We are under orders, Top Secret Presidential. Even our existence is considered Top Secret. Your position as honcho of Embassy security means you have a 'need to know'; and please, take your hand off your weapon. I would.