Chapter 472019—late July
Eric had just gotten home when the FedEx truck driver called from the call box at the gate, so he opened the gate, then went downstairs and met the truck as it pulled up to the front door. He signed for the delivery, noted with excitement where it was from, and hurried upstairs to the den with it in his hands. He set the heavy box on his desk with a loud thump.
“What did FedEx bring us?” Carlton said from the adjacent desk.
“It’s from the UGA Press, so it must be copies of my book. As soon as I can find a pair of scissors, I’ll open it.”
“Here, use this,” Carlton said, and handed Eric a pocketknife.
“Thanks.”
Eric made short work of slicing through the tape that secured the box. Then he quickly retrieved two copies of the book and handed one to Carlton.
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