I didn't know if it was typical of her age, or if she was suffering from malnourishment. I suspected it was a little of both. The second thing I notic...ed was that despite her thin stature, she was absolutely beautiful! Her skin was the color of the Au Lait coffee we had just shared. Her hair was dark brown, and curled just below her chin, framing a face that I'm sure would be a photographer's dream.I stood there looking at her, waiting. Finally, her cries subsided to sniffles. Vickie reached. Wingrave's absence from New York. She finally smiled at him and said:"Well, it's nice to have someone with me at lunch. I don't like eating alone." You shouldn't ever. You're too attractive to eat alone." Bosh, I'm not that young any more." But still attractive. In fact, extremely attractive."Mrs. Wingrave smiled. "I think you're flirting with me." Am I? Please forgive me." No I won't, you silly man, I like it. Do you make a habit of flirting with women old enough to be your mother?" You're not. That’s how,” the Major stated.“And?” Phil asked.“It upsets a very tight schedule. We have a lot of cargo and personnel to move at this time. There are also several platoons of Thai Rangers to be moved plus others.”“We only have fourteen people to move in three aircraft. The limiting factor is our equipment. There should be plenty of room for more passengers,” Phil told him.“The orders said... !” the Major began.“Sir, the orders were written by people that didn’t have a schedule to keep,” Phil. “The beer any more drinkable?” Charles sat at the bar and looked around him. The same faces sat in the same places, but the mood was different. “She keeping you working up there?” Bob Tailor, the local mechanic, roared with laughter at his own joke, and the rest joined in. “I’ve been doing the garden,” replied Charles, “if that’s what you’re on about?” “That’s not the only thing you’ve been doing, so we’ve heard.” Bob Tailor continued with his crude line of questioning. Charles.