“That sounds awful. Discharge. Like pus or something. I think I’m going to pass on it. Besides, I’ve got the blood gases test tomorrow and I’m on call tomorrow night.”
“Please, Linda. I already told Tom you were coming. I really want you to meet him. You said you’d come.”
“I said I’d think about it. Why can’t I meet him when you go out to some place normal? Nobody goes to those—what do they call them—clubs.”
“EM Clubs. Or maybe it’s NCO. It means enlisted men’s club or non-committed officer.”
“I don’t know about this. I don’t like the idea of going over there. I can’t imagine.... I think of them as seaweed-covered cretins with wooden legs or as scoundrels with VD and a prostitute in every port.”
“Please. Just come for a little while. Follow me over in your car. Then you can go when yo
