The navy Corpsman had said he was off duty at the weekend, so David told him to visit then. David had to wonder how close the nurse and Bud had become, as well as where he fit into the equation. He found, much to his relief, that he hadn’t spent the time between the Corpsman’s phone call and arrival worrying about it. This he hoped was a good indicator of how far his recovery had progressed.
“Thank you for agreeing to my visit, Mr. Grover,” Corpsman Peter Harris said, shaking David’s hand. The man was tall, over six feet. His strong jaw, bright blue eyes topped by closely-cropped blond hair, made the man a striking figure. David estimated him to be in his early thirties.
“Well, you didn’t really leave me much choice, as you didn’t want to discuss everything on the telephone.”
“I’m sorry
