Chuck sets his tray down across from me as I finish eating. “Hey guys,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep. It’s a good thing this is Sunday and he’s on leave, because his hair sticks out everywhere and his uniform is so wrinkled, he’d catch hell with the OD otherwise. As he sits down next to Jack, he nudges him with one elbow and asks, “You two still heading into town this morning?”
I wait for Jack’s answer because I’m wondering the same thing. We haven’t spoke two words to each other since last night, and I don’t know how we’ll make it through the day if we go into Honolulu as planned, but I don’t want to lose him as a friend. I want him, any part of him I can have in my life. So when he shrugs and glances at me, I hold my breath, waiting. “I don’t know,” he says.
I want to cry
