CHAPTER 22
The food had arrived without him noticing.
“Okay,” Jeff took a fry and ate it slowly. It was good. Crunchy and soft with good tartar sauce on the side. He grabbed a couple more though he knew he should be continuing to eat slowly. It was the first thing that was real in three weeks, or in three days. Whatever.
“I’ll buy in on the three days thing.” He decided he’d take the missing two and a half weeks as a bonus. Make it into a poisoned glass half-full kind of thing.
“But Phillip hated the military. He got out when I did in ‘75.”
She bit down on her burger more like a college male than a grown woman.
“I guess it doesn’t matter what I think about that.” He bit into his own burger. It was great, made with char-broiled Plains beef. They couldn’t be too far from Kansas City, b
