Early the next morning, Kelly tidied the house from top to bottom. She gathered all the love letters and the gifts that George had given her and packed them. Then ignoring her fever-weakened body, she dragged all of them to the nearest recycling station.
After she had finished, General Palmer returned to the compound and called Kelly into her study, "Kelly, what’s been going on lately? I heard you fell into the river and drown?"
General Palmer was well-known for his fairness. As long as Kelly told the truth, he would undoubtedly investigate thoroughly. Yet, she was too weary and didn’t want any more conflicts.
"It’s nothing. I just slipped and fell," she replied.
General Palmer frowned. "That’s too dangerous. Stay away from the river next time."
Kelly nodded in agreement.
He then pulled a stack of documents from his back. "Kelly," he said. "I’ve already submitted your name for the selection. In two days, a special vehicle will come to take you there."
Kelly nodded again. "I understand. Thank you, Uncle Rick."
General Palmer studied her for a long moment before he sighed. "Have you packed everything? The base is dry and I’m worried you might not adjust well to that environment."