“Goddamn Captain Beaulieu,” he shouted. “We just called to see if Cilla could stay a few more days and he comes off with this cocky attitude and refuses with his jargon about making agreements.” “Now calm down, Son. It ain’t that bad. He was probably just concerned about her being home in time for school.” “School, what the hell do I care about school?” Elvis snapped, ignoring Vernon’s efforts to soothe him. “Put her into school here, that’ll solve everything. She doesn’t need school. Hell, they don’t teach you anything nowadays anyway.”
