In the Pacific the Reagan task force was ordered to depart Russia tomorrow and refuel the aviation tanks, take on additional weapons and supplies at t...e naval base in Japan and wait for additional orders.The Roosevelt task force was ordered to depart for the coast of East Africa in three days. The Lincoln task force was ordered to depart for India in three days. In seven days all the carriers would be within two days sailing of the Indian Ocean if a call to action was ordered.That would leave. “What? What guy?” I asked.“The guy with the muscles bulging out of his royal blue shirt.”I finally figured out who she was talking about. “Yeah, I guess he looks good.”“Can you imagine being with him?”“What?!”“Can you imagine being with him, you know, like boyfriend and boyfriend?”“What are you talking about, I never said I was gay.”“You are sitting in the mall food court with a dress on, are you not?”“That’s different, I was tricked.”“No one tricked you into putting that dress on, did. My friends Deena and Lindsey had just left for a walk to the snack bar, which was all the way at the other end of the beach. Needing a rest, I stretched out face down, feet toward the sea, adjusting the top towel to cover from my shoulders over my back to just above the backs of my knees. My only pillow was my forearm, so I cradled my head as comfortably as I could, closed my eyes, and listened to the roar of distant waves and the mewling of gulls.The packed sand beneath the beach towel. Gonna be a long week.“Harv left already?” I asked, for verification.“Drove to Houston with Rob Stanley.”“The state representative?”“Yes,” mom said with a hint of pride. “Rob’s term-limited out of his seat after this session and Harv’s talking about running for the vacancy.”“Ohhhh...” That’s the ‘politics’ angle. Good ol’ Harv. Onward and upward, with Mom right along with him.“They’re meeting some other people who might help him out.”“That’s interesting,” I soothed.So, Sunday evening. Meal at a.