His last call to Carson had relieved him on several points. PawPaw was holding his own and might even be allowed to go home in another week or so if a private nurse could be found. And one could, of course. When it came to seeing to the welfare of her family, Rebecca Beckett was more than a match for any five-star general. The storm had passed by offshore, doing little more than surface damage. “Your end of the coast probably took more of a beating than ours,” Carson had said early this morning. “How’d you and your fair lady fare?” “Fair. A few minor scrapes, a few leaks, a few branches down. Nothing too serious.” He wasn’t about to elaborate, not until he’d analyzed the data and decided on a course of action. As to how Beckett himself had fared, that might be another story. He’d set himself up for what had happened, coming back again and again on a mission that had waited a hundred years and could easily wait another hundred. Except for PawPaw. He couldn’t go back and report failure; neither could he lie about it.
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