26
Getting There
“They have a huge batch of wounded soldiers coming in, Mom. Not sure when I’ll be home, just don’t worry.” It was a miracle she got any words out at all. Her throat was thick with anticipation and fear and excitement and apprehension. Thank goodness her mother never looked up from her needlepoint, because she would surely have seen her daughter’s lie, planted squarely on her carefully made-up face.
She’d chosen her yellow dress. She figured he needed a dose of sunshine after all he’d likely go through just to get to their rendezvous. The hemline was provocatively above the knee, a style she favored. Her naked lips kissed her mother’s soft cheek. “Sleep tight. Don’t wait up.”
Her mother smiled, still immersed in her cross stitch. “Be safe, Jinx.” Her long-lost nickname’
