Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

was piled high with yellow invoices. “The last dispatcher retired two weeks ago and left the ledger book in a state of absolute ruin.”

“I can organize the files,” I said, looking at the mountain of paper. “I used to do the books for David’s motor pool.”

“The pay is six hundred dollars a week,” Arthur said, reaching into his pocket and continue reading …