Rossenberg explained it. So what do you think would have happened if you had died on me, my love?” she asked softly.“You would have been devastate.... I can’t even begin to imagine if it was you, Babe,” I replied with a shudder.“Yeah, I understand. Well, I know exactly what would have happened, Davey. You die; our relationship dies. That counts as a life because our relationship has a life of its own. It’s a combination of the two of us together. Then eventually I die too, Davey,” she whispered. Was I thinking rightly—arguable—but it was my thinking and I was going to play it through to the bitter end.“So, you gave in without a fight,” said Jeffrey.“Yeah, I guess,” I said. “Well she does outrank me, us.”“Hmm,” he said.“So you coming to the big expose?” I said.“You think I’d; miss an opportunity to see you embarrass the United States Army?” he said. “Of course I’ll be there with rotten tomatoes and everything!”“Well, good. Try not to be too critical, if you don’t mind, I am handicapped. One night after a few beers and the wives went to bed we started talking. I told him that his wife, who is much skinnier and has a much flatter chest than my wife, that her ass looked good in her bikini. You could tell after that comment his wheels were turning. I asked him what he thought about seeing my wife constantly walking around him in a hot swimsuit. At first he just smiled. Then he surprised me by blurting out "God, Karen has great tits." I cracked up. We both did. I then told him how. A new confidence took over his features, and he even managed to whistle to himself as he drove away from the gas bar.On Sunday evening, when Matti had returned to his apartment, he found two messages waiting. One was from the local newspaper, and the other from a radio reporter. Both wanted to speak to him about the plane crash, and his first half-hour back in the apartment was spent on the phone with the two of them. By this time, with the weekend’s events and an afternoon spent at several.