Chapter 3
They started the evening with dinner out. Mike drove them all the way to Missoula to a nice restaurant, the kind where you generally needed a reservation. She was worried for a minute about her choice of clothes, but Mike was wearing a clean pair of dark-wash jeans and a casual button-up shirt, nothing that screamed “fancy date,” so she relaxed and enjoyed herself. The food was good, a nice change from the old-style home-cooked everything Marie served. Marie was a fabulous cook, but it was nice to get something fancy for a change.
Mike asked her a hundred thousand questions, from the time she got into the car until dinner was over. He wanted to know about the friends she’d left behind at the base, people she talked about whenever she was home on leave. She didn’t know how he ma
