John cut wide of the hood, didn’t look at the driver as they got down.
“She’s not there, Johnny.”
His legs kept going as Nori’s words sunk in layer by layer.
“Where…” He trailed off when he looked up and saw her face.
“She’s gone.”
“Gone.” There was a word with no meaning. Connie wasn’t gone. Grumps was gone. Connie was just out in the barn. He turned again toward his goal, but Nori moved in front of him.
He tried to sidestep, but she moved again.
He tried to shove her aside, but she didn’t move as easy as you’d expect from a girl. Solid she was. Farm-girl solid. Soldier solid. Right down to her boots.
Nori placed a hand on his chest.
“She left a message.”
A message? Why would Connie leave a message?
“She said it was time for you to be with your family.” Noreen swallowed hard. “And that was no place for her.”
His next breath threatened to choke the life out of him.
“Where?” The word grated out of his throat so hard that it hurt to speak.
“The airport. I took her to the airport.”
John started for the truck. He’d just have to go get her back.
“Johnny! She’s gone!”
He turned, hand raised to wipe the words away. To smash the speaker aside, the bearer of such news.
Noreen stood square. Didn’t flinch. Just faced him.
“Yes, I took her. When I said no, she just slung on her duffel and started walking down the driveway. She did this mental thing. Her face changed. It was her, but it wasn’t.”
John knew it well. “Her blast shield. Not even you could get through that, Nori.”
He lowered his hand, one that he’d never raised against family. Never raised in anger.
“No way through that shield.” As opposed to the pain that shot through him so hard he had to rub the heel of his hand against the center of his chest. “I guess not even for me.”
Noreen stepped forward, only now did he see the tears streaming down her face, then she wrapped her arms around him.
He couldn’t even raise his own to hold her close.
“I’m sorry, Johnny. I know how you feel. I love her, too.”
Chapter 47
Connie had been one of ten people on the flight to Chicago. Snow had trapped her there and she’d slept on the terminal floor Christmas Eve. Then the equally empty flight to Nashville and one of three, including the driver, on the bus back up to Kentucky. She’d arrived tired after twenty hours in transit to cover the six hundred miles from Muskogee to Fort Campbell.
It had an upside though. No Christmas dinner Army-style. No Christmas morning with a bunch of duty personnel who wanted to be anywhere else and were morose about it. She knew them well, having been there almost every one of the last six years. And often as a charity case before that.
She slept through the rest of Christmas and woke just fine with the next dawn. Nothing from John. Nothing from the Majors. The unknown mission must be pending soon. They’d been told up to a week. And today was day six. No word yet.
Just her and a plate of scrambled eggs and hash browns in an empty mess. Two guys sat in the far corner nursing their coffee in shared silence. A couple of singletons sat as far away from each other as possible around the hall. This worked for her. Later she’d go work out, get a quick 10K run under her belt, maybe see if there was a training flight she could ride along on.
“Hey, Connie. You the only one here? Tell me you didn’t spend Christmas here.”
She looked up to see Kee Smith, now Stevenson, set a tray down across from her. Kee looked her usual, bright self. Bigger smile perhaps. No perhaps about it. The diminutive Sergeant glowed like the newlywed she was. Her shoulder-length dark hair swirling about her face as she moved with far too much self-satisfied energy.
“No, I didn’t.” She’d spent it on the floor of Chicago O’Hare.
Kee glanced up from securing a piece of bacon.
Connie didn’t want to talk about it. Had managed for thirty-six hours not to think about it. And now… she still didn’t want to.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Captain Stevenson?” Then she made a guess. “Did you wear him out, Mrs. Stevenson?”
“Mrs. Stevenson! Ain’t that a complete laugh? Still makes me all warm and gushy inside each time I hear it. Me! Gushy! It’s so weird. Yea, I wore him out good. Army cots force a certain creativity even a sailboat doesn’t require.” Then Kee narrowed those already narrow almond-shaped eyes of hers. “And why does that feel like an illegal subject change from the master of following the rules?”
Connie shrugged and turned her attention back to her breakfast.
“Let me guess. Since you never were much of a talker.”
Other than with John over the last week, Connie had spoken more with Kee than anyone else in a long time. Maybe in years. She’d been fascinated by the differences in their backgrounds. Kee, a street kid, who fought everything around her so hard. A woman who didn’t think twice about walking up to a superior officer and telling him, “You’re a complete idiot, sir.” A master sniper and a woman comfortable with her own curvaceous form and the one-two punch it brought her of men’s attention. Didn’t faze Kee a bit to be the center of attention.
“Okay, I heard you were doing some training that Archie and I are supposed to start in about an hour. So, I’m guessing, since you’re here, that your training is over and you’re hanging out waiting for your next assignment.”
Connie did her best to simply act normal as she ate.
“Now…” Kee was clearly enjoying herself, aiming a forkful of pancake across the table. “By that iron control of yours, I can see that there are about eighteen more layers to what’s happening here. So, are you going to make me keep guessing, or are you gonna tell your tentmate?”
Connie swallowed some coffee against a dry throat.
“Big Bad John?”
Connie froze. And knew in the moment, she’d given a complete tell. The weakness of her hand of cards was now there for Kee to see.
Kee’s smile only proved the point.
Then the heat roared into Connie’s face. What could she do but nod? Now that her hand was exposed, she found she did want to talk to someone about it.
“He invited me home for break.”
“For Christmas break,” Kee clarified, as if it made a difference.
“For training break. I didn’t really have anywhere to go but back here.”
“And…”
Connie tried to think of where to go next. Too much had happened.
“So give.”
Still the heat in her cheeks, but also the warmth of it spreading through her as Connie remembered how they’d been together. She kept imagining they’d pick back up where they’d left off, but every time she tried to picture that, pieces kept falling off. Fragments and sections of the image tumbling away as she’d always dreamed of her father’s helicopter tumbling from the skies.
Kee’s smile grew wicked. “Is he as well-endowed as you’d expect?”
“A bit voyeuristic for a newlywed.” Girl talk, she could never get the hang of it.
“Newlyweds have one-track minds. Besides, a girl can dream.”
“Well, then, uh, yes.” When they’d had sex, he had filled her until she’d felt one with his body. As if they’d clambered right inside each other’s skins. “Magnificently!” So much of him that even sitting here in Fort Campbell, her body heated with a greed to once again plunge down upon him. It was also a safe place for this conversation to go.
“Good! I’m way glad for you. He’s one of the best men I know.”
“The best I’ve ever met.” And it was true. His skills, his compassion for her, his love and pride for his family. “He’s an amazing man.”
Kee sobered. “Are you being careful?”
Did she mean condoms or courts-martial? “Yes, to both.”
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Her companion shook her head and poked at her food for a bit. “I’m not talking about that.”
Connie inspected her own dish, but the little food that remained didn’t look appetizing anymore.
“I’m talking about why you’re here and he isn’t.”
“His grandfather died. Sweet old man.” As if that covered even a hundredth of what Grumps was and what he had been. “I was one person too many. So I got out of the way.”
“You bitch!” It burst out of Kee like a hard slap. Her dark eyes suddenly gone black, her hands clenched into fists on either side of her tray.
“Ah, what?”
“You left him there? With a dead grandfather? He’s told me how much he loved the old man, couldn’t stop telling stories about him, and you walked away?”
“I didn’t walk.” She kept her voice calm and even. The closer people in the mess hall were looking their way.
“His sister drove me.” She would have walked and that didn’t sit too comfortably. She’d so needed to not be there. Couldn’t stand all of the well-wishers. All of those people who had come up to a thirteen-year-old Connie grieving for her father and patting her on the head mouthing platitudes about how it would all be okay. Only it never was again.
“His sister should have punched you in your goddamn nose!”
The shout stopped all conversation in the room as everyone turned to face their table.
Kee pounded to her feet, knocking her chair over backward. She grabbed her tray as fast as you’d grab a fresh magazine in a bad firefight.
“No! Wait!” Connie called out as Kee moved off.
“Wait for what?”
Connie could feel the tearing inside. Could feel something wrenching apart. But what? She’d watched how much he and his family had needed each other. He’d moved from one weeping person to another, always leaving them better, stronger for having stopped.
She’d had to leave.
At first the barn. But that hadn’t been far enough. The old horse stall no longer held a tractor. Still propped in the sun, the old milk crate Grumps had sat on looked broken down, ready to splinter and collapse.
She’d had to leave.
It hurt too much to stay.
Everyone she let herself care about died.
All she could do was fight to stay alive as long as she could. But she couldn’t do it with Grumps so present, so alive in her thoughts.
Kee Smith was glaring at her. And Connie didn’t know why. Didn’t understand. All she’d done was leave. The family was fine. They’d had each other.
All she’d done was take care of herself.
John’s family had welcomed her to their table. She hated eating alone. Always had, now that she thought about it. Now that she’d experienced how it could be to share oatmeal with Grumps while the rest of the house still slept, to sit over lunch and listen as Larry and John got into it about some pickup baseball game that had happened a decade ago, to sit across from John in the nicest restaurant she’d ever been to and feel as if she belonged.
“Please?” was all she could get past the tightness in her throat before giving up and staring down at the table. She clasped her hands and crushed them between her knees, trying to find some center. Some place where it was all as it had been before.
She closed her eyes and held on. Just held on as hard as she could. Used her tricks, learned as a scared teen suddenly afraid of the dark. First, a little layer, an old windup clock, long gone. Then a go-cart and her first ham radio. A computer. Layers of her life.
Living with her father, she’d flown before she could drive. A Huey’s rear rotor assembly, the insides of an M124 minigun, a Black Hawk’s FLIR camera in a hundred parts waiting for an eleven-year-old to reassemble them under her father’s watchful eye.
When at last she could open her eyes, she could see that a tray had been placed across from hers. Kee’s hands rested to either side. They were no longer fists.
Threat sensors. Protective flare packages. Fuel and hydraulic controls.
“You’re a mess, girl.” Kee’s voice was gentle.
Connie pulled one of her hands out from where she’d held it clamped between her knees. She tried to pick up her fork, but she’d driven all of the blood and feeling out of her hand and couldn’t make her fingers grasp, turn, hold. Couldn’t pretend everything was okay by taking a normal bite.
“He really got to you.”
“I guess.” Even the soft words hurt.
“It wasn’t a question.”
Connie rubbed at her eyes, trying to wake up. To shed all of the memories.
“Yes. I suppose he did. Time I got over it.” She sat up straight, able to take hold of the fork this time. She did her best to smile at Captain Stevenson as he came up beside his wife.
Kee accepted his easy kiss. Then she leaned forward so that only Connie could hear.
“You ever say that again and you’re going to really piss me off.”
Chapter 48
The call came and John packed quickly to leave.
He could now. He’d had the days to mourn, though the grief was still a constant companion. The younger kids had made Christmas morning what it was supposed to be, and the grown-ups had managed to enter into at least some of the spirit of it.
Good old Paps had moved himself into Grumps’s chair so that it wasn’t an empty space in the room. “Good enough for him is good enough for me.” Nori had gotten all sniffly and sat in his lap for a long while despite being a girl grown.
And fate and the Army had allowed him to be there one more day for the burial out in the old family plot and the wake that followed.
Mama stopped him as he headed for the front door. He hugged her hard but she didn’t let him go.
“Paps is waiting, Mama.”
“Let him wait a minute.”
“Army’s waiting.” Once the call came, every fiber in his body shifted into action mode.
“They can wait a damn minute, too.”
You didn’t argue when Mama dug in her heels.
“I was so angry when your father died.”
John felt the gut punch land. His bag slipped from nerveless fingers to plop on the kitchen floor. His next breath ached as his lungs dragged for air.
“Even angrier at him for dying before you were born than that drunk driver who killed them both.”
He tried to turn away, but she rested a hand lightly on his cheek to stop him.
“Paul had been crazy about me from the first moment we met. Might’ve married him anyway if we’d met first. Grumps and Liza raised good boys. You know why we all call him Paps.”
John knew, even as his mother repeated the rarely spoken truth.
“So you wouldn’t have to choose which to call your father.”
John closed his eyes. He couldn’t face her.
“Why are you telling me this? Why now?”
Mama pulled him close and held him. Held him until he remembered the smell of home. Held him until he felt less frantic inside.
She leaned back and looked up into his eyes.
“Sometimes it does a body good to be reminded. Think about that the next time you find yourself really stuck. Think about the two good men you had as fathers.”
He kissed her cheek, “And the one good woman.”
“Damn straight!” She pushed at his shoulder. “Now get outta my kitchen, boy. You’re holding up the whole operation.”
He retrieved the bag and made it to the door and turned back to look at her. To look at the strength of a good woman.
“I love you, Mama.”
She didn’t turn from where she faced the empty stove. “Love you too, honey. Now scoot.”
Chapter 49
John caught a flight just across the river at the Oklahoma National Guard’s Camp Gruber Maneuver Training Center, and three hours later he was pulling into Fort Campbell. His sadness had been replaced. Replaced with a seething anger that had grown over the last three days until it was a har
d ball inside his gut that he didn’t know what to do with. It sat there and burned. His mama had packed him a great lunch for the road and he’d thrown it out right after they dropped him off. He couldn’t even eat the damned candy bar they’d offered him on the flight.
When he made it through security on the base, the only thing he could think was it was damn good he hadn’t seen Davis or he’d be in the brig right now just for the thoughts of what he’d like to do to her.
He could understand, kind of, why she’d want to be gone. She didn’t do well with people and there’d been a lot of people. But she’d left. She hadn’t stayed to honor Grumps’s memory. She hadn’t stayed for him. He’d imagined more. He’d trusted there could be…
Thankfully, she also wasn’t the first person he ran into on entering the lobby of Grimm Hall.
“Sergeant Kee Stevenson III, you are just all smiles and glows.” He wrapped her up in a bear hug, lifting her feet well clear of the ground. She hugged him back and planted a big kiss on his nose.
“Hey, put down my wife.”
“No! Mine!” He told Archie as he hugged Kee again. “Damn! Wish you were the one coming with us.”
“Can’t. We gotta get trained up on your fancy new toy. We hear that you proved it out at the Nevada Test Range and now we’ve gotta get up to speed.”
He set her back down on the carpeting and extended a hand to Archie. “You caught a good one here, Captain. How’s the kid?”
“You wouldn’t recognize her. Jeans, turtleneck, and iPod. Not sneakers, though, boots. I think it’s just in case she ever has to make a long walk again, which she won’t. The music she likes is really strange.”
“Indie rock?”
“Broadway show tunes. The kid is singing along all the time.”
“Sweet!” He could just imagine it, the Uzbekistani orphan they’d adopted singing about climbing every mountain and dancing in the rain, a commodity she’d rarely seen in her life until a just a few months ago.
“We’re outta here.” Archie shook his hand again. “We’ll catch up with you in a week or so, wherever you are. Where are you headed?”
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