Sydney reached across the front seat bench of their ’81 mini and pried Vera Layne’s middle-aged fingers out of a clenched fist as the first signs of dusk settled on the horizon. Vera relaxed her hand and felt Sydney intertwine their fingers in a comforting show of compassion.
“I’m sure he will be just fine.” Sydney squeezed Vera’s hand. “The BBC says they don’t think they’ll be any real fighting.”
real Vera tightened her lips to suppress another sob and redirected her gaze from the massive cruise ship on the dock to her friend’s face. “You really think so?”
Sydney tried her best to flash a bright smile. “They said we’re only going down as a show of force. Once the Argies see how they’re outnumbered, they’ll leave the islands and hightail it back to Beuno Aires.”
Vera let the vibration
