Marvin's old
face looked even older. He walked
out to the pickup and drove down to the Mule Barn truck stop with
the letter. He needed... someone.
Dewey and Doc were in for an early lunch and he sat with them.
"What's up, Marvin?" Doc asked. Marvin handed over the letter.
Doc read it and passed it to Dewey.
"It's just a hearing, Marvin. Nothing more."
"They'll stop my counseling business," Marvin said. "That's what
that means, with all the floof-ee-doof stomped out of it."
"Do you have a college degree?"
Marvin shook his head.
"Says here you need a minimum of an associate in arts degree to
be a counselor," Dewey said.
"And a business license," Doc said.
"I just wanted to help folks, that's all," Marvin said.
"Well, you have two weeks before the hearing. I'm sure you can
get a business license in that time. About that college degree..."
"Yeah, that's the problem."