“Noooo.”
“Oh no. Not that one?”
“Um-hmm.” At the center of the lot there was a battered, cream-colored two-door coup of indeterminable age or make. And it was covered with large daisies. In the petals of the largest daisy, painted on the hood, were three lines making each petal a peace symbol.
Tony took a deep breath. He looked around to see if anyone was about. Then he looked at Linda. “Well, Ma’am,” he said in John Wayne imitation, “let’s go.”
“Where’s your barracks?” Linda asked after she’d started the engine.
“There.” Tony pointed across the lot.
“There?” Linda burst out laughing.
“Well, Ma’am, you wouldn’t want to make a Marine walk real far in the night air, would ya now?”
Linda drove across the lot and parked. Alone with Linda for the first time Tony felt awkward. And he fel
