a dream as she gazed at the roast turkey steaming on the platter in the middle of the dining table. Joe and Rita Dulles had done most of the work preparing the meal—at their insistence. Mashed potatoes, a green bean casserole, dinner rolls, a giant pitcher of iced tea, turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, but also a salad made of the wild berries that Selene had liked.

I hope Selene is happy in Manchester, Elna thought. She seemed so excited to go. That girl has so much potential. Patients at the clinic will love her.

Joe Dulles rose and grabbed the carving knife, slicing into the breast of the turkey. Somehow, Norman had managed to talk Staff Sergeant Prig into joining them for dinner, and he’d brought Mac, Spence, and Golf along with him. Only Ant was missing. The injured Marine had been relocated after his long, debilitating bout with sepsis.

Elna uncorked a bottle of the new winter wine. The pop of the cork produced a round of applause. She walked around the table, filling each glass in turn: Malin, Pop, Norman, Mac, Spence, Golf, Prig, Joe, Rita, then her own glass.

“A toast,” Prig said, raising his glass. “To beautiful islands and great friends.”

Everyone cheered and raised their glasses with him. Elna took a big sip, enjoying the hint of sweetness from the new wine. Joe Dulles began doling out slices of turkey, shuffling around the table. His wild, wispy hair had been neatly combed for the occasion, and he looked quite dapper for a seventy-five-year-old who’d recently survived a war.

“Now, don’t you folks avoid that berry salad,” Rita Dulles said. “Selene left that recipe with me, and it’s very good.”

“You said it,” Norman replied, picking up the salad bowl. “I miss that girl. She could roam through a patch of grass and come back with seventeen different kinds of edible berries.” He scooped some of the mixed berry salad onto his plate.

“Those mayapples aren’t half bad,” Pop said. “I never would’ve thought to eat them if Selene hadn’t shown me. They’re nice and tart. Pass me that bowl when you’re done, Norman.”

“Will do, Pop.”

As Elna returned to her seat, she happened to glance at Spence. The Marine was scooping mashed potatoes onto his plate, but Elna spotted a familiar candy wrapper on the table beside his napkin. It was a new pack of Mentos, unopened. This struck her as funny, and she chuckled. Spence noticed, glanced at her, realized what she was looking at, and held up the pack of mints.

“Christmas present from my grandma,” he said. “Can you believe it? She paid a private courier to drive a motorcycle all the way to the new base just to deliver it to me. Had it all wrapped up in green paper and everything.”

This made everyone laugh, and it was warm and wonderful. Elna wouldn’t have minded if that laughter, that togetherness, that little moment, had gone on forever.

End of Escaping Capture

Island Refuge EMP Book Three

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Chapter One

Austin Merryman stored the last of the dinner dishes in the small cupboard of his thirty-two-foot fifth wheel. The RV wasn’t an ideal living space for a man and his fourteen-year-old daughter, but they’d been managing to make it work. As he and Savannah constantly reminded each other, it was both easy and difficult to keep the

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