“All of these are fine activities that take place at the TLBIDCCG ,”
Mr. Brown said proudly.
How was I supposed to remember the acronym for that program with the really long name? I had no idea.

“Anyways, Mr. Brown just stopped by since he was in the neighborhood, so we could tell you this news,”
said Dad.

Part of me wanted to slap him, but another part didn’t.
“Now, if there no other matters to currently discuss in the here and now, I should be going.
I had a nice time talking to the two of you, but I really must be off.
So much to do, so little time,”
Mr. Brown said, briskly.

“When you decide your answer, Miss Miracle, please contact me or my employer.
I look forward to hearing from you in the future,”
Mr. Brown said, sounding somewhat forced.

He handed my father the address he was currently residing at, his telephone number, and his fax number.

“In case you need to reach me if there are any questions you have,” he finished. Then, after some polite goodbyes, Mr. Brown left.