Patty hit the Air National Guard’s Ready Room at 0430.
She’d heard them last night. Hard not to, she’d been lying awake cursing herself for eight times an i***t and Sofia’s door was directly across the hall from hers. Patty had slipped up to the peephole in just her oversized t-shirt and watched them, but could only make out some of their words through the door. Sofia’s final sigh and what she could do with Mick sliced at Patty.
But even though she watched for fifteen minutes, and then twenty, Sofia’s door had not reopened.
Nor had Mick returned to beg entrance.
Patty sorted and stowed her own gear into a large pack. When she returned from the locker room now dressed in long johns, turtleneck, and other multiple layers, Sofia and Mick had arrived as well.
As the ANG’s quartermaster
