The sun was hanging out lazily passing from early afternoon to late afternoon, and Rachel equally as lazy planted one foot in front of the other in a jaunty mosey like walk. She had walked for several days, with no new distractions. There was plenty of construction going on, but once you’ve seen a back hoe, you’ve seen them all, except for that one that was pink, she found that one interesting to look at. She figured it for some kind of theft deterrent.
And then there, was plenty of swamp, and swamp wild life, and Rachel learned rather early in her lessons, in whatever limbo state she was in, she could get really close to white tail deer. So, close in fact, she did get too close, and startled the doe, which leapt haphazardly across the highway, just narrowly missed getting plowed by an eighteen-wheeler. She had felt bad for that, and had since managed to keep her distance, no need to go about being contagious and spreading death or whatever this was to innocent fauna.
Finally, Tony showed up, just about the time she felt, she would probably be craving a mid afternoon latte. He fell in to step beside, however, much more dignified than her swagger.
“The gentleman around the corner, who is he?” Rachel asked, casually pointing with her pinky finger. She had been moving closer to home at a regular pace now that she was putting everything in perspective, but suddenly she was again stuck, between a rotting log and what could have been an armadillo. She was anxious to get moving once again and curious to know if the stranger up the road had anything to do with her stalling.“I believe that is Jim Warner,” he said, as he shielded his eyes with his hand and looked up the highway. “Yeah, that’s Jim.”
“Commander James Warner?” she asked. She shuddered, that name made her blood run cold. When she was just a silly young girl, she could have done anything, she could have been anything, but she was set on being a sailor. She knew now Commander Warner was not to blame for how her Navy career ended, but she had written letters to the Executive Officer, and the Commanding Officer, pleading for a second chance, but her letters had gone unread. Either way she had been unceremoniously separated from the navy. He had everything to so with her pitstop.“The same,” he answered.
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