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pillow and heaved off the bed before I could retaliate. I tossed the cushion at her as she ran for the door but she dodged it and bolted into the shower. Water started pounding out dully through the walls, but I didn’t hear the door lock.
    My every instinct beckoned me to follow her in, but I knew her enough now to say that this was likely just her in a rush. The girl was keen on her grades. It made me feel dirty now to admit that I wouldn’t have guessed how sharp a brain she had the first time I saw her. Thank god she’d kept my dumb mouth too occupied to dig me into a hole.
    I cleaned up my mess and got dressed. My phone read no messages. Tomorrow, we had another drop in the quarry and I’d parlayed that into getting the day off. Even Thurge had gotten the hint that I was incommunicado. Maybe he attributed that to another bout of depression on my part, but most likely he knew I was back sniffing around trouble. I hoped he wasn’t too pissed at the brain cells he had killed in sympathy with me the last weekend.
    That first morning Meagan and I had gotten back together, we’d waited till that Tara girl was off to work, then cuddled in front of the TV. The room was small and a cozy grey, with the shades pulled down over the large windows. We’d fooled around a little, then stared at the blank screen. That’s when I’d noticed the stack of war movies racked up next to it: Apocalypse Now, Band of Brothers, Operation Kill – all the good stuff. They sat shelved between the usual chick crap, but damn was it a fine sight.
    The finding was followed by finer words when Meagan said. “Oh yeah, those are all mine.” Turned out she loved war history as much as I did, even if it was from another angle.
    I grabbed an apple from the kitchen and went back to that rack now. After a quick look through, I shuffled a TV show out, and slid the first Blu-ray in to the player. I lay on the couch and ran through a couple special features as the water continued to dribble through the drains above. Even after the shower stopped, it took another couple Special Effects videos before Meagan showed up at the door. She had on loose sweats and one of her waitress t-shirts and her hair was tied back. The girl made everything look good. Good thing I couldn’t indulge my urge to rip it all off her. It meant I could keep taking her in.
    “Shove over,” she said, already assisting with the task. She plopped down by my feet with her shiny laptop.
    I swiveled my feet out onto the coffee table instead and nudged the show’s case over to her. “I put in the first disc.”
    She glanced at the TV then went back to her computer screen. “I just watched that with my brother a few weeks ago.”
    Her brother. I still had only the one sighting of him, and that had gone about as shitty as possible. The thought of him still brought to rise all the reflexes Pop and Calix had built into me: anger and loathing. Megan’s image followed like a salve though, and bit by bit she was dulling the impulses.
    “Name something else you wanna watch,” I said.
    “I’ve gotta write, you put on what you like.”
    I nudged up next to her, peered at what her tapping fingers were producing: Media, Vietnam.
    “Got a better idea.” I went back to the player and switched out the miniseries disc for Full Metal Jacket, then sat back.
    She looked up as the buzzer flipped on in the opening scene, gave a “hmph!” and went back to a flurry on the keyboard. I watched the men go through their preparations and boot camp - real soldiers headed for a real war. Calix had wanted to take over the image. He’d been the one to shave my head when I first joined up. Field discipline, he called it.
    Well, next to Vietnam, Atlanta wasn’t much of a field.
    I laid an arm around Meagan and watch the movie for a bit. Meagan glanced up once in a while, but she never stayed glued. I’d seen the movie twice, so I started glancing at her screen too. She was banging out some sort of outline,