I peered down through a small hole, and their was Anne-Marie with a civilian and a Colonel in the Waffen SS. I heard Anne-Marie say in German"Herr Col...nel I have delivered the Commander as I was ordered to do by Herr Goebells. My part of the mission is finished, I do however, care a little for him, he is a nice man, and that is all. But fortunately we are not married, as the Luftwaffe bombed Portsmouth that night, and the wedding had to be cancelled. So he is yours to do with what you will. I. ?"His voice was harsh. "Things!" he spat. "He's just like all the rest! He doesn't give a fuck about people!" A-and you... you care about p-people... ? she trembled. "... But I-I get the idea y-you're trying t-to use me... like I was... a thing... !"Ray stood on wide-spread legs before her, his face livid, "You're a smart little bitch!" he grated.The door chimes sounded. He left her to go to the door, grunting, "I wonder who in hell this could be... ?" His grin was barely concealed from her; he. “Do you think there’ll be strawberries there?” Her voice is raised above the music and the rush of the road. “Wherever it is that we are going?” She smirks, an uptick in her brow as she fights a giggle. Our eyes meet briefly before I turn back to the windshield.A dig, I know her.I don’t answer immediately, I turn quickly again to face her. There is a brief moment of silence while the song changes. She smiles. I smile. Definitely a dig, an adorable fucking dig.“I’m sure we can find some,” I. She’d spent the night at a bus stop, her clothes still soaked from the summer storm and clinging to her youthful curves, doing her best to brush the dampness from her brunette tresses that fell halfway down her back, with only enough dough left for one last decent meal. Not that she was worried. Optimism infused her, warming her from within even as she shivered in the Greyhound restroom. And then, along came Brett.“Why San Francisco?”“I want to wear flowers in my hair,” she answered, laughing.