Air Force Sweetheart -- TacPzlSolGp Chap. 32/34

Air Force Sweetheart TacPzlSolGp Chapter 32/34   by T. D. Aldoennetti

previously:

Time creeps along like the weather has frozen it to the consistency of salt water taffy, but finally 6:30 comes along, looks around, and decides to go back to sleep.

I figure I’ll give Mom until seven, then call. I check to see that I have enough change and then go for another cup of vending machine coffee. It looks like instant and tastes like ditch water, but it’s better than nothing.

At 7:08, time speeds up a little and the sun is just making its appearance, throwing a dusky grey light through the cloud cover. A light snow is falling and people are moving around the terminal again. I opt for the phone call and a cab. As I walk out the door into the chill morning air, the sun is just beginning to brush aside the clouds, so it can warm the cold Earth beneath.

Cindy, Bobbie and their mothers are doing some pre-school shopping for essentials. Bobby, especially, is very conscious about how nice she looks, and wants to get a swim suit for her final trip to the beach before school starts. Bobbie’s mother is pleasantly surprised, and at the same time a bit disturbed, about how strikingly beautiful her daughter has become. Evan Sheisskopf is lurking in the parking lot.

In which a toaster gets the sort of owner it wants.
For Erin without whom all this would be impossible.
And for Grant Naylor who is something of a demi god among toasters...

Air Force Sweetheart TacPzlSolGp Chapter 31/34   by T. D. Aldoennetti

previously:

I need to find my action group and go back to work there. It seemed so much more simple back then than things are now. Interacting with men simply complicates my life in ways I’m not prepared to accept. Then again, I want a family. That almost requires me to have a man in my life. How do I find a nice one, who isn’t encumbered with ghosts, or poisoned by hatred for women? I need to move to Venus, or Mars, or Jupiter, or somewhere. Somewhere logical.

And what would that accomplish, Lucy? It’s just another way to hide.