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Show 94 Well. Ain't nothin' I can do. Let her go, and I'll talk to Jennings. That'll short-circuit Satterwhite." He gave a rap to the table. "It'll also block Jennings' promotion." "That doesn't seem right, sir," said Yosh. "Everybody black-markets cigarettes." The Major glowered, and almost visibly assumed field-officer authority. "Lieutenant" - - when on his uppers the Major used rank; otherwise all his officers were "Son" - - "that's beside the point. Thay go to whorehouses too, but that don't put a condom in the Officers Guide. There's two things in the Army - - what you do and what you get away with - - and Jennings screwed tha second. And he'll pay." The Major stood up and stomped around the room, cutting at imaginary foes with his swagger-stick. "Lucky if we don't all. Satterwhite's that kind. Your maid" - - he turned to Sid - - "she the purty one with the delicate can? Steps aside when I go by? Think she'd never seen a man before." "She used to work at the NCO Club." "That explains it." "uoesn't explain what I'm to do." "I told you that." Again the Major glowered, but the heat had begun to turn to bluster, as an element of live-and-let-live began to surface. "Or I gave a suggestion." He gazed at Sid, his dark eyebrows a tangle above a blue glint. "You can do what you want." "That riht, sir?" The glower grew blacker as the bluff grew more transparent; now it was ebony. "Damn right. What you do with your maid ain't no skin off my tail. She's got to pay her fine - - don't get her out of that; I'.can't let Jatteewhite catch us squaring a rap. Otherwise it's up to you. Firing her or not's your business - - |