C."Which way from here," Charley asked as they neared the outskirts of Seattle."Let's see." Phil hastily re-folded the map he'd been studying. "Take t...e 1-405 North exit a couple of miles up ahead. That'll take us right into Bellevue, and then we can figure out just how we're going to contact Neal Marten." I've got an idear about that," Charley mused. "Mike Riley, our project boss on Aurora lives here in Bellevue. His wife Nancy is expecting their baby in a couple of months, so she's staying. So, I briskly journey to his house and knock on the front door. His dad answers and invites me inside. He is wearing heavy tight thick coveralls, heavy black knee high thick rubber boots and just putting on his thick black rubber gloves over his large masculine hands.He invites me to join him in his large work shop just a few yards away from the back of the house. He has all kinds of heavy equipment and work tables for each task in which he has to accomplish. Since I am short and small, he. "This is all so wonderful! I'm going to love being part of this family."Mom looked at me. "Now you see, son, if you'd have gotten Kim instead of that THING you married..." Mom," I reminded her, "When I got married, Kim was eight." Shoulda waited," Mom said.Kim's smile. Priceless.After the meal, Dad and I and Jeff retired to the den to partake of Dad's pastime for autumn Saturdays, college football, while the female half of the contingent made short work of the kitchen clean-up.When the ladies. Sergeant Mahdi was a hero in the soldier's eyes, and he had died in abject terror. The soldier was curled into a fetal position, and his thumb was in his mouth. He was making a faint whining sound that was barely audible around the thumb in his mouth. Only his eyes were aware of anything external to his body, and that awareness was completely focused on the expression of a dead man. The soldier's mind was broken."That answers one question," Cody said softly. "He can't travel like that. He.