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every five minutes, looking for a patch of clear sky.
    I said, ‘Why can't you quit prowling around and do something? Play checkers with Crystal or write your mom. Do you know Lance Rudman writes his folks every week?’
    ‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘Well that figures. Pushing a pencil's about what Rudman's cut out for.’
    Vern didn't have much time for Lance. Okey Jackson was the one Vern rated, even though he looked so wet behind the ears, and there were jocks in the squadron had seen real action in Korea. Whatever it was they got up to up there, and I really didn't care to know, Okey was the one kept showing them he had the moxie.
    Soon as I got the strapping off, I shampooed my hair and pin-curled it. I was just going to the closet to get the dryer hood when I heard the siren. Then the crash trucks started up.
    First time I ever heard that, back at Kirtland, I ran right outside, looking down the flight-line for smoke arid then when I seen it I wished I hadn't, because I didn't know what the hell to do with myself. By the time we got to Drampton, England, I guess I'd learned there was no point. Wait long enough I knew I'd either be getting a visit from the chaplain, standing on my doorstep like the Grim Reaper hisself, giving me my wake-up call, Or, I'd be hearing from Betty Gillis on the jungle drums.
    It took her thirteen minutes.
    ‘Breathe again,’ she said. ‘It's 366 Squadron. You wanna come up here for coffee?’
    So we all rendezvoused at Betty's. She was minding Sandie again, didn't seem to know where Lois was.
    I said, ‘One of these days that kid's gonna start calling you Mommy.’
    ‘Be fine by me,’ she said, ‘she's such a little cutie. Way I see it, Peggy, some folks just aren't cut out to be mothers, and if I can lend a helping hand, why, I'm doing Sandie a favour too. You heard the way Lois yells at her sometimes? Tell you the truth, I'd love another little one of my own, only Ed's acting stubborn about it.’
    Betty had been putting out feelers, trying to find out the news from 366. See if there were casualties. Pretty soon her telephone started ringing. One of their Invaders had come in on a tight turn and an engine flamed out. The crew had had to eject, and they were all safe home bar one, a sergeant called Benedetto, left one of his legs behind in the wreckage.
    We kinda knew his wife. You see girls around, get to recognise their faces. But the Benedettos were quartered on Soapsuds Row, down by the hangars, and besides, we were First Lieuts. We didn't socialise with the enlisted.
    Gayle said, ‘Is he gonna die?’
    Betty said, ‘Honey, they can do wonders these days. They'll give him a new leg and a disability pension and everything.’
    Audrey said, ‘That's right. Air force takes care of its own. Now let's do something to perk ourselves up. How about a Scarf Exchange? And I have a tangerine lipstick somebody might like.’
    Gayle said, ‘He still could die.’
    Betty said, ‘We'll have no more of that kinda talk, thank you, young lady. Now, I have a tray of brownies here needs arranging nice and pretty. Care to make yourself useful?’
    Gayle dumped the brownies on the plate.
    I whispered to her, ‘You wanna come out driving, after? Get off the base for five minutes? Celebrate me getting back the use of my shift arm?’
    She nodded. Little Sandie was looking at her, so solemn. Even she knew something had happened.
Betty's Best-Ever Brownies
2 sticks sweet butter 4 eggs
4 ounces powdered chocolate
2 cups sugar
½ A cup sifted flour i teaspoon McCormick's vanilla extract
Heat the oven to 350°C. Grease and flour a large baking tray.
Melt butter over a low flame, stir in chocolate and set aside to cool.
Beat eggs and sugar until pale and creamy. Fold in the chocolate mixture and blend carefully. Gently add the flour, pour into pan and bake until just set (20—30 minutes).
Leave in pan until cool Cut into squares for serving.

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    Instead of heading up to Brakey we went over by The Warren, the