the jamb with her hands clasped in front of her, studying him quietly.
He sat up on the bed and weighed the book in his hands. It's lovely, he
said at last, his voice was gruff with the emotions that her words had
evoked.
I'm glad you like it, she said, and he realized that she was shy.
Why did you not show it to me before? 'I was afraid you might not like
it. You must have loved him very much? he asked softly.
Yes, I did, I she said, but now I love you.
Then, finally, his posting came through and the Brig's hand was evident
in it all, though Joe admitted that he had used his own family
connections to influence the orders.
He was ordered to report to Mirage squadron Lancewhich was a crack
interceptor outfit based at the same hidden airfield from which he had
first flown. Joe Morde. was on the same squadron, and when he called
at Malik Street to tell David the news, he showed no resentment that
David would out-rank him, but instead he was confident that they would
be able to fly together as a regulor team. He spent the evening
briefing David on squadron personnel, from'Le Dauphin'the commanding
officer, a French immigrant, down to the lowest mechanic. In the weeks
ahead David would find Joe's advice and help invaluable, as he settled
into his niche amongst this tightly-knit team of fliers.
The following day the tailor. delivered his uniforms, and he wore one
to surprise Debra when she backed in through the kitchen door, laden
with books and groceries, using her bottom as a door buffer, her hair
down behind and her dark glasses pushed up on top of her head.
She dropped her load by the sink, and circled him with her hands on her
hips, her head cocked at a critical angle.
I should like you to wear that, and come to pick me up at the University
tomorrow afternoon, please, she said at last.
(why? J Because there are a few little bitches that lurk around the
Lauterman Building. Some of them are my students and some are
colleagues. I want them to get a good look at you, and eat their tiny
hearts out.
He laughed. So you aren't ashamed of me, ' Morgan, you are too
beautiful for one person, you should have been born twins It was their
last day together, so he indulged her whimsy and wore his uniform to
fetch her at the English Literature Department, and he was surprised to
find how the dress affected the strangers he passed on the street the
girls smiled at him, the old ladies called shalom, even the guard at the
University gates waved him through with a grin and a joke. To them all
he was a guardian angel, one of those that had swept death from the very
sky above them.
Debra hurried to meet and kiss him, and then walked beside him, her hand
tucked proudly and possessively into the crook of his elbow. She took
him to eat an early dinner at the staff dining-room in the rounded glass
Belgium building.
While they ate, a casual question of his revealed the subterfuge she had
used to protect her reputation.
I'll probably not get off the base for the first few weeks but I'll
write to you at Malik Street - No, she said quickly, I won't be staying
