Time again for a few lines from…
And today, let’s fly over the rainbow with Tess Ames of Miami Days & Truscan (K)nights…
Dalph stopped at the top of the hill. I turned my head around to catch his expression. It was full of fierce pride, of pleasure at his homecoming, of dedication. Johnny was absolutely right. Dalph lived for this country. And based on knowledge gleaned from my entire twenty-four hours of residency, I was sure that one day he would almost certainly die for it.
Johnny pulled up beside us.
“I ain’t in Kansas anymore,” I said.
He laughed. “Damn sure ain’t, baby girl.”