The cook came over. Hayes ordered waffles. He looked over at Robbie.
“Just milk will be fine,” he said, remembering the first time he had it back at the Farm in Corpus.
“You sure? Pete here makes the best waffles around.”
Robbie didn’t want to make waves. “One will be plenty.”
Chief turned his attention back to Robbie. “So, who taught you how to fly?”
“I was forced to teach myself. Sean and I got trapped in Corpus Christi a couple of years ago. I finally escaped in one of their planes. That was the first time I’d actually flown.”
“So you’ve been flying for a couple of years now?”
“Actually, the other day was only the second time. I crashed, and the plane burned the first time.”
“So, you’ve only flown twice, and you crashed the first time?” The chief looked hard at Robbie. “And you
