Quinton and the little ER doctor had tried for eight weeks to date, but between her work and his, they’d only managed to see each other a grand total of two times, and so they decided to part ways, with no hard feelings. “I’m sorry for that, Mother,” he told me during our Sunday ride. “It seemed like I’d be free, but she’d be on call, or she’d be free, and I’d be flying to Europe or South America.” “If she were the one, you’d have made time to see her, sweetheart.” “I suppose.” I reached across and patted his knee. “Allison and her husband will be coming for lunch on Tuesday. Will you be available?” “I have to stop at the Pentagon in the morning, but I should be able to make lunch.” “Never tell me Drum needs something!” “All right, I won’t.” He turned his head and met my eyes, a sly grin on his face. “But he does.” I laughed and shook my head. * * * * Gregor and I were listening to the morning program on the radio when the first news bulletin came over.
