Red wines taste like vinegar." They do? What color is Boone's Farm? No, wait! I don't want to know." I was afraid she'd say it was green or mauve or p...ce. Whatever color that last one is. "You're a brunette," I said as opened the china cabinet. "Brunettes look like bulldogs and are as dumb as retarded cows." WHAT?"I removed another wine glass before giving her a puzzled look over my shoulder. "You judge all red wines by one you apparently tried, unless you inherited your mother's habit of. Working here has taught me a lot about the dangers of small mistakes and misunderstandings." I'll take the risk, Valerie." Oh, the hell with it. I'm about to be kicked out anyway. There's nothing more they can do to me. My JAG representative was certain of that. The army I liked a lot. The chance to serve my country while learning skills that would serve me in real life. Civilian life. Except that I never wanted to become a civilian again. I intended to be in the Army for life. The Army helped. Things of the mind and personality and character were most meaningful for her, not surface things… and, therefore, there was simply Christine… a sweet, gentle, kind, inquisitive and very engaging young lady. Two further examples might illustrate this. I learned quickly during our drives along the highways, like to California and return, that truck stops and the local roadside food marts were a mistake. Firstly, no matter how she dressed she attracted too much attention. It was not specifically. I’m sorry for asking you to lie, but in this case, I don’t have permission to tell anyone except the three of you. And I only got THAT because of the other thing I can’t talk about.”“OK,” Zeke said. “See you at the Dirksen building a few minutes before 7:00am.”He left and shut the door behind him.“Thanks Kimmy,” I said. “If he needs help on Monday, send Eve Dunham or Sam. Your call. Just let Cindi or Julia know it’s a government request.”“Will do!”She left and shut the door behind her.“Lisa.