“There goes one hell of a woman: Beauty, brains and guts. I’m glad she’s on our side, Swede,” Yingling observed.
“You forgot skill and sense of humor, Swede.” Andre grinned.
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2 Oct 1982, 1100:
January was busy putting the finishing touches on a gourmet lunch. She was barefoot, wearing a bikini with a short blue terry robe when the doorbell rang. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was almost eleven. That’s Thad, punctual as usual. She put the salad in the refrigerator and went to the door, putting on her sweetest face.
“Well, Thaddeus Gunn, how nice of you to call.”
“Yes, ma’am. You’re as lovely as ever.” Thad made a courtly bow, though he was wearing cut off khakis and a polo shirt with sandals.
“Come in.” January stepped aside. “You ain’t so bad looking, yourself, for a big l
