Old Parker looked at Marvin in surprise and said incredulously, "You're really an agent?"
Marvin rolled his eyes. "Of course. I send you a Christmas card every year...
What did you think I was doing?
Those were my mission records. If I died, at least someone would know what I'd done with my life.
You really think I'm making this up?"
Old Parker's expression turned a little strange. "Whoever told me on a Christmas card that he was going to assassinate Castro, I'd think he was crazy."
As he spoke, Old Parker glanced at Church. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Marvin and asked, "Was Kennedy really killed by Oswald?"
Marvin looked at Old Parker like he was an idiot. "Only an idiot would believe a warehouse clerk could hit a moving Kennedy with a rifle from hundreds of meters away.
It was a planned assassination..."
Old Parker looked curious, as if he wanted to get to the bottom of it. Church raised a hand helplessly. "Okay, okay, buddy. Can we find somewhere to sit? There's something I need to talk to Marvin about."
Church sniffed, then looked at Aunt May, who was standing in the doorway, waving everyone inside...
"Your wife really is a good cook..."
Old Parker was a hospitable man, and Church could hardly be called an outsider. Marvin was an old friend from his childhood, too...
He set Heborong down and gave him a pat on the bottom, motioning for him to go inside first...
Old Parker gestured for Church and Marvin to come in, smiling as he said, "Come on in and try some.
Marvin here has been digging around in my courtyard for three days.
May thought her cooking had gotten worse, but it turned out this guy really was an agent...