CHAPTER 19THE MAJOR
Ozzie drove me back to the beach house. I took a rare shower and dropped into bed. I didn’t know anything until I was awakened the next morning by knocking on my door. Deet and Tony were nowhere to be seen so I told whoever it was to wait. I slipped into yesterday’s shorts and a slightly stained t-shirt and, after brushing my hair back with my hand, opened the door. It took several seconds for me to recognize Major Ahud. He was dressed in the Israeli manner—casual trousers and a short-sleeved shirt open at the collar. He was clean shaven and his hair was immaculately styled. He was carrying a larger than usual attaché case. I figured that this was it. He had come to teach me a permanent lesson about sleeping with another man’s wife.
“Can I come in?” he said.
I opened
