She had been put near me by people with more calculated motives. When I could see the front door, she yanked my hand sharply. She was strong. She had ...purpose. She had direction. I could feel that every second counted. And we might be one fatal second too slow. We hurried down the stairs to the basement. After the first half floor down, the stairs turned left. There was a brick wall. Someone had decided to gut the basement entrance for safety with something as solid as a ten inch brick wall. It. She wanted to do better than become a baby maker in that hick town.She was going to the Junior College and working for a large lumber company.Hunting season came in November.Pat's husband planed to be at the hunt camp down river every week end.The girls got together often. Week ends were dull for them.There was nothing they could do for excitement in that small town that would not make them the subject of gossip.Lynn suggested they go gamble at the Choctaw Indian Reservation in Philadelphia. ." A little is enough," he said taking my hand and leading me onto thedance floor. He slid his free hand around my waist, I put mine on hisshoulder, and we joined in with the dancing. It was odd not to beleading, odder still to be looking into my own true face."So, Lieutenant Commander Jenna Lawson," he said, "tell me about yourcareer."So I did, giving him details from my carefully constructed legend andanswering the technical questions he put to me, the latter being easyfor someone with my. He'd wanted me to show him where I was always going with Seth; and since lately, it had been skating, that's where we went while Jase stayed home again and offered to take my grandma down to a farmers' market about an hour away from the house.I finally caught up to Eddie, but I'm pretty sure that's only because he'd slowed down. He was looking flustered, his hair a mess on his head and his cheeks red from exertion. I'm sure I looked the same way. We'd been circling the rink nonstop and I was a.