He even appeared to be the right age, and when he produced a photo ID, I took a quick glance at his birth date, confirming his age as twenty. He introduced himself as Sergeant Millar. We gave him a copy of the boys’ schedule, and he followed us down to the basement garage—it had been decided that he would drive us in my car, since it sported a faculty parking decal. The arrangement worked out very well, and I was able to ride back and forth with Sgt. Millar and the boys three days out of five.
About two weeks after classes began, the boys said we needed to have a small family conference.
We settled down in the den, and I said, “Okay, guys, you asked for this meeting. What’s up?”
“We’re not getting any exercise,” Paul said.
“Yeah, we’re actually beginning to lose some of the muscle tone that we built up at The Citadel,” Sean said.
“And?” Randy said.