Chapter Forty-Seven
“When I got word about your departure for Israel, I packed your bag and put it with your other gear,” Penny said.
“Thanks,” he said while smiling feebly.
Whether he was consciously aware of it or not, Penny immediately recognized the state of mind Darque was in, and didn’t like what she was seeing.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, voicing her concern.
“I can’t hide my anxieties from you, can I?”
“No, and it’s about time you understood that,” she said as she good-naturedly poked him in the side with her finger.
Darque seemed to look off into the distance as he began to relate what he was thinking about.
“I remember reading something about the effects of anxiety several years ago, and it has bothered me ever since,” he said. “During WW II, if a plane flew a specified nu
