“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, waving her hands at the disarray in the suite. Stacks and stacks of loose papers, files, and legal pads glared at her from every corner of the suite like malevolent eyes. “I’m with you,” Marti said, brushing the hair back from her forehead. “I think what we have is more than sufficient. Let someone else sift through this stuff and make the final decisions. We have enough now to take matters into our own hands. Pearl, you said earlier you can put all this on a spreadsheet and print it out, right?” Pearl waved a yellow legal pad in the air. She looked as tired as the others. And she was hungry. Her left foot was starting to tingle, a warning that her gout was going to flare up shortly. She did her best to ignore the tingly sensation. “Tell us what you have, Pearl,” Annie said. Pearl perched her reading glasses on the end of her nose and started to read from her notes. “The Maryland government leases the four boot camps from four different corporations.
