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Disappearing Whistles

"This place is a mess! How are we supposed to clean it?" Lucy exclaimed.

She and Kevin were currently in their old apartment above the Camden's garage. And, after eyeing the mess in there, were becoming increasingly discouraged about their cleaning abilities.

"I can't believe we lived here just two years ago," Kevin said in shock.

"Yeah, as soon as we moved out, Mom and Dad decided to turn our poor little home into a storage room," Lucy cried.

"I don't hear any scrubbing," the Colonel stomped into the room.

"Colonel, this place has boxes everywhere. What are we supposed to do with them? They're not ours to go through," complained Lucy.

"That's not my job, young lady. But, I have great confidence in you. I'm sure you'll figure something out. Goodbye," the Colonel walked out.

"But, but, Colo-"

"Save it, Luce. He's gone," Kevin cut her off.

"But it's not fair. We'll never finish this," Lucy whined, tears coming from her eyes.

"Your Grandpa said he had great confidence in us, so I'm sure we'll think of something."

Lucy gave him a cruel look.

"Look, we'll-" Kevin started. At that moment his cell phone decided to ring. "Just a second, Luce."

"Hello?" he said into the phone.

"Kinkirk, what's that bawling in the background?"

"That's just my wife."

"Who is that?" Lucy demanded, her crying suddenly over.

"Captain Michaels. He wanted to know who was crying," Kevin said with a smile.

"So, Captain, did you need me for something?" he asked over the phone.

"Yeah," Captain Michaels answered, "Manille called in sick. We need you to cover."

"Go to work?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, I know it's your day off, but we're swamped over here. We could really use your help."

"Uh, sure; I'll be there in ten minutes," Kevin told his boss.

"Thanks."

Kevin ended the call, stuffing the cell back into his pocket.

"You're going to work? How can you leave me here to do all this work alone? Don't you love me?" Lucy cried out, the tears threatening to once again fall.

"Of course I love you. Don't be ridiculous. But, I'm needed at work. It's how we get money, so I have to go. Now, I'm gonna head home, change, and get to work. I'll tell the Colonel on my way out," Kevin kissed Lucy goodbye and stepped out of the apartment.

"Bye," she pouted.

"Colonel, Sir, I was just called into work. So, I'm heading over there. I just wanted to let you know I was leaving." Kevin walked out of the garage.

The Colonel nodded. "Sure thing, Son. I'll go up and give Lucy a hand. But, first I've got to fish this whistle out of the gutter. Haven't the faintest idea how it got there- Aha! I've got it!" He blew the whistle. "And it still works, too."

"Thank you, Sir, about helping Luce, I mean. I'll be back after work."

"OK, goodbye, my boy."

"Uh, Sir, is that Peter Petrowski's bike? I didn't know he was over here."

The colonel looked to where Kevin was pointing, "Oh, yes. Yes, it is. He just showed up about five minutes ago. I tried to get him to leave, but when he said it was for homework… well, I can't have Ruthie failing her classes, now, can I? And the boy was such a pest. So, I let him in, only gave him 30 minutes, though. And he promised to help clean before the homework."