The next night after cleaning the offices, Alabama entered Christopher’s quarters on the base. He’d told her to come to his place because he wanted to make her dinner. She much preferred it when he made dinner because she sucked at it. She could make packaged noodles or stew, but that was about the extent of her culinary skills.
The moment she opened his door she smelled the delicious scent of garlic and other spices. He was making spaghetti and it smelled heavenly.
Abe couldn’t wait for Alabama to get off work and get home. He’d started thinking about anyplace they were sleeping each night as “home.” He wanted to spoil her tonight because he’d gotten the news he’d been dreading for a while. He knew it was going to come sooner or later, and today their commanding officer told them they w
