Finally Dad told him to be quiet and told us about the boat. The boat was two years old and a trade in for a custom boat the owner had built where my ...ad worked. Dad was able to get a real good deal on the boat and he and Mom decided to buy it."When do we get to see it?" I finally asked."Just as soon as you two are dressed and ready to go," Mom said. "Your father and I have to get dressed too, but it won't take long."My brother and I ran for our rooms to get ready to go. I flipped my door, but. I looked to make sure all the tickets had been purchased for the group on Monday’s flight to Africa and confirmed they were expected. This group was filling the manpower requirements at existing embassies that had choppers and Suburbans. Next week’s group of 80 would complete that part of the contract. That would be the last small group of trainees.After that they would be big groups - 120 and larger - depending how fast they adapted and grasped the training.Everything looked good for that part. She wasted no time in jerking the vacuum's plug from the wall socket.Billie took a deep breath to calm herself. She walked over to the vacuum and gave it a soft kick. "You scared the shit out of me," she fussed at the now quiet appliance. The vacuum answered with the acrid odor of burnt parts.Billie frowned. She couldn't leave the floor undone. There were too many crumbs from the party on the carpet. She could take the broken vacuum down eight floors to the maintenance shop in the basement of. "Fortunately, you don't have know the answer to that," I said, knowing full well I was providing the answer to that."Does your mom know she's about to be given the gift of size?" he added, more seriously."She only thinks she does. It'll be quite a conversation, I'm sure," I said, getting up and extending a hand. Sure, Conrad was in my control, but a deal's a deal.Dodging movers who were unloading the unit shipped from Texas, I found my Dad outside, sunning himself in the neat little garden spot.