“No that’s fine. The General’s got a furlough so I will be staying with him.” She placed a hand over the receiver. “I will won’t I?”
Shelby grinned. “I’d be upset if you went any place else.”
“Yeah just checked. I will be with the General if you want me.”
“See you.”
She hung up.
“You didn’t say you loved him,” Shelby pointed out.
“We’re war worn, not kids. He knows and I know. That’s all that matters.
You can leave your weapons here. I will have my sergeant service them.”
He opened the door. “Sergeant Walker clean and check the lady’s firearms. We can’t have them blowing up in her face can we? Who knows I might want her to assassinate that bastard De Gaulle.”
“What’s De Gaulle done?” Frenchie asked amused.
“He sat on his fat French arse. Apart from that he is marching into Paris
