She took another sip of the spiked coffee, feeling the effects of the brandy rush through her system."I'm not quite certain what you meant tonight at ...he dinner table, when you said you wanted to try and convince me to support your husband," Harry Perkins added after a moment.Ruth placed her cup down on the table, turning slowly to face the handsome ex-mayor, hesitating but an instant before she spoke. "I think I probably meant exactly what you thought!"Harry Perkins raised his eyebrows. Ruth. “No. I’ve been back to the states twice,” the Colonel answered. The identity of the woman with them finally dawned on him. He said, “Hello, Georgia. I like the white hair.”“Men! I swear they’re all perverts,” Georgia said with more than a little irritation in her voice. She couldn’t understand their fascination with her hair.The Colonel whispered to Oscar, “Is there some story about the white hair that I should know?”Oscar laughed and shook his head in the negative. He answered, “She’s just a. Grabbing the other end of the rope, he started pulling on it, taking up the slack and making the rope tight between Heather and the tree limb above her. She had to stand on her toes to keep from strangling.“Climb the ladder, Heather.”“NO! I won’t. Please, PLEASE leave me alone! I don’t want to DIE! Oh God I don’t want to die!”“Climb the ladder, Heather, or I’ll just hoist you into the air.” With that, he pulled on the rope, tightening the noose around Heather’s neck. “Climb the ladder,. At one point I heard her say “V-2,” and shortly thereafter we rotated and were in the air.The tower remained silent. We’d already been cleared. We rotated at about a hundred-sixty knots a third of the way down the runway, but that was hard to tell as our speed was climbing rapidly as we accelerated. By commercial standards, we were light. We quickly set up a three-thousand foot-per-minute rate of climb, blasting through twelve-hundred feet about twenty seconds after the wheels left the ground.