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John found Connie sitting on the cold ground with her back against the fence, out across Nightstalker Way. She looked okay. She was sitting quietly. She looked calm. The emotional cap was back on, screwed down tight, but he’d bet the internal war still raged somewhere deep inside. He put his own back to the fence and slid down beside her.
The afternoon sun was warm here despite the cold day. In minutes he could feel an ease roll over him. Being with Connie Davis was a quiet place for him. He didn’t need to chat or joke or entertain. They could sit together and watch the midday activity unfold across the base. The occasional helo in and out. Mechanics were taking a newly serviced bird for a short flight-test around the field.
“I learned something today.” Her voice wouldn’t have carrie
