“Julie would absolutely die if that happened to her,” Colin said of his wife.
Mike stopped walking at the traffic light on First Street. He watch a couple other soldiers jump out of the helicopter. One of the men waved at him.
“I think it will catch up to her,” Mike said.
“Well, Trevor and his gal would do well to stay out of the country,” Colin said.
“We can only hope,” Mike said.
The men crossed the street toward the Mall, and the helicopter.
“In you go, my friend,” Colin said.
Mike stepped up into the helicopter. While his eyes adjusted from the bright sun to the dark interior of the helicopter, Colin pushed him into an empty seat.
“What’s going on? Shit, you’re wearing your dress uniform too.”
“Yes, Sergeant Roper,” Alex Hargreaves said. “We have an appointment at Fort Carson. We picked up your dress uniform at the Castle. I think Mac Clenaghan has it.”
She pointed toward her second in command, Captain Mac Clenaghan. He held up Mike’s dress uniform.
“Lieutenant Colonel Hargreaves.” The man sitting next to him hit his shoulder. “Have some respect.”
“Sir, I am needed at home,” Mike said. “You know what happened to Jill and…”
“We would all like to be at home, Sergeant,” Alex said. “Frankly, my better-halves are backpacking right now.”
“That’s right! You, Max and John were going to the Black Canyon. How come…”
“Because someone is being interviewed by Oprah in less than two days.”
“Ah crap,” Mike asked.
“Command would like to have a word with you,” Alex said. “We are on fetch and babysit duty. All week. Buckle up.”
The helicopter lifted off from the parking lot and made its way toward Fort Carson, Colorado.
Tuesday evening — 6:00 P.M.
“How does it look?” Jill asked.
Sandy unwrapped the bandana Jill had tied around her head. Sandy’s face went white from shock to red with rage. They were alone at Sandy’s station. Jacob had arranged the appointment with Sandy, and since her schedule was always over-booked, she agreed to stay late to work on Jill.
“Trevor did this?” she asked.
“Actually, his new wife,” Jill said. “Or at least her finger prints were on the bottle. Trevor used to tease me about the conditioner, so I’m sure it was his idea. He knew how hard it was to grow my hair out.”
“What was it? Acid?”
Sandy picked through what was left Jill’s hair. Jill had burns on her neck and scalp in places. Sandy had never seen anything this awful.
“Yeah, some kind of acid,” Jill said. “It burned my back a little bit too.”
Jill pointed to a spot on her back. Sandy pulled Jill’s tank top back to look at her back.
“I wondered why you weren’t wearing a bra.”
“I can’t fasten it,” Jill said.
“Oh God, Jill,” Sandy said. “Why didn’t you call me? I was at home.”
“I didn’t want Katy to know. She’s been through so much. She was so excited to be home with her toys.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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