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Chapter 6-4
My diaphragm had failed; the doctor who saw me gave that as the reason for the pregnancy. He had no explanation for its loss. I wondered briefly if the baby I’d lost would have been a boy or a girl, and if he or she would have resembled me or my husband. But there was the crisis in Berlin to worry about, and I pushed it out of my mind. Nigel had seen that the information was passed on to Bryan, who sent word that we were to return to the States, that the NOCs, the officers with non-official cover, would take it from there. We were in Nigel’s office, packing up the odds and ends we had accumulated in the past six and a half months, when Jefferson strode in. “Hello, little sister.” He kissed my cheek. “Mann.” “Sebring. I assume Bryan contacted you?” “Yeah. This is my sector now.” Jeffe
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