I was in Calabasas during the Northridge quake, but a friend of mine had an apartment across the street from the parking structure at ground zero. I broke curfew to go get her. The fridge had jumped 12 feet across the room and blocked the front door. I’ll never forget the silence that night. There’s a hum that civilisation makes, the traffic, the streetlights, the gas mains. It was unearthly.
Twin mummy here… The director of our local branch of TAMBA has twin boys and triplet girls! She’s a fountain of anecdotes & we all bow to her greatness. And never but NEVER ring after 7 pm!!
Woowie, I’d be inclined to hear May’s side of the story before jumping to the conclusion that she’s content with her lot.
She could be hanging by a thread too, parallel to Ray. Just sayin’.
There’s a rich seam here. What if the life-or-death vs. mundanity-of-civvie-life results in beatings? What if, after seeing her dad through one war and Ray through another (as in my mum’s case) she develops PTSD herself & manic depression into the bargain?
I’m excited and impressed with Ray’s latest storyline, both for soldiers AND their families. Here’s hoping GT explores May’s POV. My money’s on the affirmative. :))
Mosquitabad. Send in the SWAT.