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Sidney L. Huff Lt. Colonel, GSC "What have we got? Who's the guy wrapped in the blankets?" the officer on duty behind the counter asked the pilot of the Catalina. The pilot handed him the well-worn set of orders.
"Jesus Christ!" he said when he had read them.
TWO I Chicago, Illinois April 4,194a The City of Birmingham, a Douglas DC -3 of Eastern Air Lines' Great Silver Fleet, could accommodate twenty-one passengers, two rows of seven seats against the right fuselage wall and a single row against the left. When Mrs. Roberta Whatley, a brunette with 110 pounds arranged attractively about her five feet four inches, boarded the airplane, only an aisle seat halfway up the cabin was unoccupied. Although Mrs. Whatley was pleased to be on the airplane at all-she had a B-3 priority, which meant she had to wait for her boarding pass until all those with higher priorities had been boarded- she was displeased to see that the adjacent seat was occupie y a man. She had hoped to be assigned one of the single seats or, failing that, something next to another woman. Mrs. Whatley carried in her purse a just-issued bill of divorcement and was not at all interested in masculine companionship. But there was nothing to be done.
ANNE She would sit in the one remaining seat and politely but firmly discourage any attempt by the young man to engage her in conversation.
She slipped into the seat, carefully avoiding looking at the man. That went Well, she thought. He didn't even glance at me. Out of the corner of her eye, Roberta saw that the man-he was a young man, and not at all bad-looking-had a briefcase and a folded newspaper in his lap and was working on something like a crossword puzzle. It was some kind of code, she recalled, where you had to guess a famous quotation. With a little bit of luck, the puzzle will keep him busy for a long time.
The stewardess moved down the aisle making sure everyone had seat belts fastened. The young man ignored her, too. She had to touch his shoulder to get his attention. With a look of annoyance on his face, he raised his briefcase enough for her to see that hi
s seat belt was fastened.
Lowering it, he returned his attention to his puzzle.
He really was sort of good-looking, Roberta decided.
Then she realized that he looked familiar somehow. She had a vague suspicion that she had known him-or at least seen him-at Pensacola. Or maybe Alameda? It will be just my damned bad luck to run into some brother naval officer of Tom's on the damned airplane. But then she decided she was wrong. For one thing, now that the war was on, officers were required to wear their uniforms; and for another, the hair on this nice-looking young man was much too long for a Naval officer. Naval officers were careful about things like that. Still, this young man was of military age and looked somehow military. Or at least athletic. I wonder why He's not in uniform? The plane began to move. The young man's interest in the puzzle didn't wane until they had taxied to the beginning of the runway, where the pilots tested the engines, or whatever. The noise was bad, and the airplane shook. When the pilot did that, the young man beside Roberta Whatley lifted his eyes from his puzzle, cocked his head, and listened carefully. Then he turned his attention back to the puzzle and kept it there, not even looking up when the plane started to move down the runway. it was only when they were up and making a sharp turn-a bank, Tom had called it-that he raised his head to the window and quickly looked out.
He hasn't looked at me yet. I wonder if something like what happened to me has happened to him, something that made him lose his interest in the opposite sex? When they were up in the air about as high as they were apparently going to fly, the stewardess came down and offered coffee, tea, or Coca Cola to the passengers. When she got to them, the young man raised his head from his puzzle long enough to ask for Scotch and water.
"I'm sorry, Sir," the stewardess said.
"There is no cocktail service on this flight."
"Why not?"
"I don't make the rules, Sir," the stewardess said. "In that case, bring me two glasses of ice water, please," the young man said. And in that moment, with his face turned to look up at the stewardess, Roberta Whatley recognized him. He looked at her, too, but with neither interest nor recognition. But now she was sure. He was a Navy officer, a naval aviator like Tom. The last time she had seen him was at Pensacola, and he had been wearing a high-collared white uniform with golden wings pinned to the breast. She stole another glance at him to be sure. it was him, all right. His name was Richard Canidy, and he was a bachelor with a terrible reputation. if the stories could be believed, he had carried on with half the unmarried women at Pensacola-and some of the married ones. A dangerous man, a real wolf. down the little table The stewardess appeared with a tray, He folded the back of the seat in front of him and put the glasses of ice water on on the b it while Roberta did the same thing with her Coca-Cola.
After the stewardess had gone back down the aisle, Richard Canidy took a swallow of his water, then took a silver flask from his pocket and poured whiskey into the glass.
I know it's him! Tom had known Canidy's roommate, Lieutenant (j.g.) Edwin H, they'd had Ed Bitter to supper, even at Annapolis; and his escapades. the men-had been upset at Canidy's romantic As if he sensed her looking at him, he looked at her.
"Would you like a little taste?" he asked. "No, thank you," Roberta said primly.
"I think it's against the rules."
"It's the only way to fly," Canidy said. And then he returned to his puzzle. He looked at me. If I recognized him, he should have recognized me. I@You're Lieutenant Canidy," Roberta accused. o look right He looked at her. He had very dark eyes. They seemed t inside her. "I'm used-to-be-Lieutenant Canidy," he said.
"Do I know you?"
"I'm Tom Whatley's wife," Roberta blurted." Oh," he said." And we've met? " "At Pensacola," she said.
"I didn't mean that "You didn't mean what?"
"I'm not Tom's wife," she said.
"Not anymore, I mean. We were divorced. just now. That's what I was doing in Chicago." 't have a little nip?
"Oh," he said.
"In that case, are you sure you won't Either to celebrate or the reverse?" didn't stop him. He reached for the flask, and she so Rule One' had worked, Dick Canidy decided. When he had seen this one walking out to the airplane, and knew because it was the only vacant seat that she would be sitting beside him, he decided he would have a shot at her, if for no other reason than that it would make the Chicago Cleveland-Washington flight pass more quickly. Now it looked as if he might strike gold. His experience was that divorced women had a hunger to prove to themselves that they were still desirable. It followed that that particular flame would burn especially bright a few days after a divorce. "Just now divorced, you said?" Canidy asked. "I'd rather not talk about it," Roberta said. Bingo! "You said 'used-to-be' Lieutenant?"
Roberta asked. "I'd rather not talk about it," Canidy said. "Sorry," she said. "I'm out of the Navy," Canidy said.
"I got out about a year ago."
"I didn't know they were letting officers resign," she said. "It was decided I would be of more value as an engineer than as an airplane driver," he said.
