CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
July 5, 2010
Morning
Calvin and Cleo had barely started on their eggs and bacon when Mrs. Seabrook dropped a dusty cardboard box onto the dining room table.
“I’ll have to sit down with you both at least once more before you start seeing clients,” she insisted. “You’re in dire need of more training. I can’t have you embarrassing yourselves or knocking into a vicious headache because you haven’t the fuzziest clue what you’re doing.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Seabrook,” Cleo said. “I know this is hard for you.”
Calvin beamed. “Knew you’d come around.”
“Gloat like that again, Mr. Forsyth,” Mrs. Seabrook growled, “and I’ll slap that smile off your face. I may have revered your grandfather more than was healthy, and that’s likely what makes me harsher with you, but I have no qua
