Recalling that her last patient's name was Greg Smith, Claire wondered. Same family name, and though the name Smith is common enough, it was just poss...ble that this was his offspring. He had said his daughter was in her thirties.While she waited for Elizabeth to arrive, Claire thought back on Greg's unusual case (see first story in the series). She had never been so shocked in her life – not by his story or behavior, but by her own reaction to his shamefaced tale of how he had begun to get a. Hang on while I check.”She picked up the internal phone. I didn’t understand the conversation because it was in the local language.Angela turned to me.“The story is ready. You have been at the brothel again. You will leave there in half an hour and return to the hotel. On your return you will be informed, with regret, that Dave has died of his injuries. You will of course stay for the funeral. Can you arrange that with your company?”“Yes. I think so. I’ll miss my ship but the mate could. "Can I curl up here" Sara asked as she sat next to me, putting her head againstmy shoulder, "I guess" I replied. And with that she dropped her pillow, threw the blanket on top of us & curled up. I looked at my mom,she was looking at us, smiling & looked back to the road. Sara got comfortable, putting her right hand on my stomach as she leaned on my shoulder, feigning sleep. As we bounced on down the road, I started thinking about football, relaxing & watching TV, (no video games yet,,) and yes,. " No, no, it's ok, Willow, we just ... uh..." her dad started."It's alright. I'm not sleepy right now. And I like to think about things while I pace around. Does me good." Willow pulled out of her sleeping bag and stood, stretching. She walked down the edge of the field in which they'd made camp, the night warm despite the late month.It was odd to think about her father being intimate with a teenage girl. Girl, she thought, no, she's not a girl anymore. She's a veteran and a hero. Kieu-Linh is.