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"You might as well, though I'll be damned if I'm in much of a mood for it," said Blitzkrieg. "Who's on the list?"
Sparrowhawk looked at her clipboard. "Mrs. Biffwycke-Snerty, for the Retired Officers', Refugees', and Orphans' Relief Organization. She wants you to give a speech at their fund-raising affair."
"Fine, send her in," said Blitzkrieg. "Always glad to help out the good old veterans."
And never reluctant to spout off in front of a captive audience, thought Sparrowhawk. She nodded and left the office.
A moment later the door opened to admit a portly matron, a familiar figure at charity balls. "Oh, General, 1 do hope you'll be able to address the RORORO fund-raiser next month," she warbled, in a voice at least an octave above her natural range. "We have such a wonderful program pla
"Why, I'd be delighted," said the general, rising to extend a hand. "There's nothing closer to my heart than the welfare of the retired officers. I'll tell my adjutant to make it a firm date."
"Oh, I'm so pleased," said Mrs. Biffwycke-Snerty.
"Now we have something for all our clients. You for the officers, and Mr. Vodoh-Deo, who's done just so much for the Jivan refugees-and you'll never guess whom we've persuaded to come for the orphans!"
"I haven't a clue," said Blitzkrieg, already mildly a
"It was such a coup!" said the socialite. "Priscilla A
"And who would that be?" said Blitzkrieg, throwing caution to the winds.
"Why, Barky, the Environmental Dog, of course! He's just so cute..." Mrs. Biffwycke-Snerty chirped.
General Blitzkrieg's wounded bellow was audible three buildings away.