"We're to keep a stool of his on reserve, the far end one by the kitchen. Good lookout spot where he can keep an eye on things."

The thought of Charlie passing away was a bitter one, but for once..Sonya could only smile about it. There was something about having reminders..souviners..that appealed to her as a soldier. "And his ghost will cause the jukebox to just play oldies so as to get on people's nerves."