Chapter 9
Jacksonville, FL
HE FOLLOWED ME into the bedroom and kept up a running commentary of his day while I put on shorts and a T-shirt. In the kitchen I found Mike at the stove busily fixing dinner, so I gave him a quick kiss and sat down at the kitchen table.
“How’s it going?” I said.
“Finest kind. Everything is under control.”
Tuesday afternoon we met with the assistant head of the school and filled out the necessary paperwork. She examined the paperwork carefully and assured us that Robbie, who was waiting in a reception area under the watchful eyes of a secretary, would be accepted
“Do you offer a discount if we write a check for a full year’s tuition right now?” I said.
“You bet we do, Captain Martin,” she said, and told me the amount.
I wrote a check, handed it to her, an
