Tuesday, October 28th
 (dictated 8:35 pm, Oct 29) 

     Last night was our fourth night   
on patrol, but only the second for my  
secret friends, and like those other   
nights, nothing happened. That was     
good, but I never really felt good     
about it, until I checked the news.    
     I was up until three doing that,  
but still got up an hour early, and    
surprisingly enough, Beth was already  
* up.                                      
     I took a shower, dressed and hur- 
ried into the kitchen.                 
     “Morning honey-bun. What smells so
 damn good?”                           
     “Morning Captain Monroe,” she     
said, and then kissed me.              
     She showed me where to sit, and   
then laid a big plate of eggs, pan-    
cakes, and toast right down in front of
me.                                    
     Beth was a good cook, so it didn’t
surprise me that it almost looked too  
good to eat.                           
     I did say almost, right?          
     “I know this is your week to      
cook,” she said, while watching me     
shovel the food into my mouth, “but not
tonight. I’m gonna cook you the best   
meal in the whole world, but you can’t 
have a bite until you tell me every-   
thing, and I do mean everything,       
Captain.”                              



CHAPTER 9: TUESDAY, OCTOBER 28th
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