![]() ![]() I asked, "Did you marry that guy you were seeing on the side?" I inquired, "Are you here on assignment?" ![]() I was dressed in a blue civilian suit, she in a nice pink knit dress that brought out her tan, her auburn hair, her hazel eyes, and other fondly remembered anatomy. It was the Happy Hour, and everyone there seemed happy, save for us two. We were sitting in the cocktail lounge of the Officers' Club at Fort Hadley, Georgia. You'd think by her attitude that I had walked out on her rather than vice versa. ![]() I told you bourbon and Coke wasn't good for your stomach." Apparently she chose not to remember much of it. In fact, we were once involved, as they say. Cynthia Sunhill, the woman sitting across from me now, was more than a casual acquaintance. "You got drunk and threw up in the punch bowl." She went back to her paper and sipped on her drink, a bourbon and Coke. I sat opposite her at the cocktail table and put down my beer. She looked up from her newspaper but didn't reply. "Is this seat taken?" I asked the attractive young woman sitting by herself in the lounge. ![]()
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