Charles packed his belongings with the sound of Mozart drifting through his ears. Despite the music he was playing, the swamp was dreadfully quite without BJ and Hawkeye. He felt slightly lonesome.
He turned around as he saw Margret cheerfully walk in.
"What are you doing, Charles?"
"Packing, therefore when it is my time to leave this dirt-ridden place I shall already be ready to go on my way."
"That's a good idea."
"Margret, do you still have my book of sonnets?"
"Yes."
"I'll be needing it back, thank you."
"I was hoping you'd let me hold onto it..."
"Well I'd like it back."
"But I thought you hated that book."
"Oh I do! However, it's part of a four volume collection, my volume would not be complete with only three books."
Margret's face turned from cheerful to burning red in a hot instant. "YOU UNGREATFUL TWIRP!"
Charles stopped packing and turned to look at her. "Pardon?"
"I heard you got the job! You know it's thanks to me you got it. Now I see you're just a jerk!"
"Come again?"
"The job! Didn't Klinger tell you I sent a telegram to my uncle to have you recommended?"
Charles thought back to getting the mail. Now that he thought about it, he did remember Klinger mentioning this shortly after BJ made his way speeding through the compound saying goodbye to everyone.
"Ah yes! That's right!"
Margret's face returned to a smile. "So you'll let me keep the book?"
Charles snickered. "No."
"YOU COLD HEARTED JERK!" Margret quickly stormed out of the swamp and made sure to slam the door extra hard.