Page 21 - Self Talk

“No sir,” mother barked back, like she had been through this before.
“Point number three. When you make your report, give your CDL security number,” he wrote something on a small scrap of paper, folded it in quarters and pushed it across the table with his index finger. “Read it, memorize it and destroy it. Under no circumstances are you to
give this number to anyone,” his eyebrows rose a good inch on the word “anyone.” “Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir,” mother's eyebrows met his halfway in return.
“Point number four. In the event of a bona fide civil defense disaster, cut the wire, break the seal and follow the instructions in the Red Book. In that order, ma'am.”