Some of them were damaged, which was a challenge, but mostly we flew new or repaired aircraft back to squadrons." She was engaged to a bomber pilot, a...d spoke quietly of her grief when he failed to return from a raid. "Such a lovely chap. I found out much later that a night-fighter got him. He stayed at the controls so his crew could get out – they all survived – but he was too late." Over sixty years later, I could tell she was still moved, and was quiet as she sat silently, recalling those. How did I know this? Because at best they were bored and antsy when they were with me. Nor was I allowed to pick them up. The bitch had them delivered to me on my weekends. Oh, and she was never late in doing so. Oh no, she followed the letter of the law to a T did my ex the bitch. I got my one weekend a month without fail, but not a nano-minute more! Was I bitter? Stupid question. **** My secretary buzzed her in. I didn't want to deal with her, but there were practical sides to things over. I was mainly spending time visiting with people, good friends I hadn't seen in too long and reconnecting with family instead of the usual emails and phone calls. I was staying in a hotel in West Hollywood. Why there? Well it was about halfway between my family and my friends (I didn't stay with the family though they had room as I like to have my own space and time) and I knew the area.I'd been out for a nice meal in a small Italian place just down the road. There is little that is as relaxing. I couldn’t get into the orphanage because I’m too old. They just turned me out on the street about a week ago.” “How are you surviving? How do you eat?” I asked looking at her scrawny form. “I am ashamed to admit that I must steal from the GIs to get food. I may be forced to become a whore!” “No, no way! I didn’t pull you out of the jungle so you could be a prostitute. Where is your stuff?” “I’m wearing my stuff. I don’t have anything. Even this shift is the one I repaired from when you rescued.