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“Well, I guess it was fifteen years ago now.” She wrinkles her forehead.
“You sure?”
“No, not really. He’s eight years older than I am. And I graduated nine years ago, so I guess that’s seventeen years ago.”
“All right. That would make him about…”
“Thirty-five,” Savannah says. “I think of him every year on his birthday.”
“That’ll be a help,” Leif says. “What’s his birthdate?”
“January seventeenth,” Savannah says, closing her eyes.
“Good to have,” Leif says. “I’ll do what I can.”
12
SAVANNAH
The days are beginning to drag.
Falcon and I have made love a lot, and that’s been wonderful, but within two weeks, our supply of fresh food has dwindled, and we’ve had to resort to eating the survival food.
It’s not terrible, but it’s certainly not good by any stretch of the imagination. Everything we eat is either dehydrated and stored in a bag, or out of a can. Never in my life did I think I’d enjoy eating canned green beans, but the rehydrated beef stroganoff makes me wish I were a vegetarian.
The good news is that after two weeks, I’m in better shape than I’ve ever been in my life. I started slowly, as Falcon suggested, and without anything else to do, I’ve worked on my shooting and my strength.
I can’t say my strength has improved much after only two weeks, but Falcon has taught me lots of self-defense moves, lots of punches and kicks, and I’ve been an eager and quick learner.
And my shooting has only gotten better.
The last time we practiced, I hit the target dead center four out of five times, and that fifth one was damned close.
Still though, as I boil water and pour it over freeze-dried macaroni and cheese for lunch, I’m starting to wonder if we’ll ever get the hell out of here.
Until, for the first time in a couple days, Falcon’s satellite phone buzzes.
I’m serving the bright orange concoction onto two plates when Falcon puts the phone to his ear.
“Yeah?”
Pause.
“Seriously? He’s here?”
Pause.
Who’s here? I bring the food to the table, set a plate in front of Falcon, and take a seat next to him, eagerly listening.
“That’s great news!”
Pause.
“No, not here.” He glances over at me. “I don’t want to leave Savannah here alone though.”
“Oh hell, no you’re not leaving me here alone,” I say.
He waves at me to be quiet.
