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Show 506 I nodded, smiling. -Perhaps i f I was friendly he would hel? me. Perhaps he could do something that my l e t t e r s had failed to do, being on the inside of the organization. Brian and I needed a friend, an advocate. This guy was a l i f e r - we had talked about t h a t . Brian said l i f e r s were usually suspicious, lonely people who had nowaore but the Marine Corps. "Uh ~ Gunny, what did you find out about my husband?" He looked at me very s e r i o u s l y for a moment, his face changing as though he had switched masks - - obscene phone-caller turned pastor in a second. "Tell me, Jeannie, what i s the legal hold for?" I was confused. Why d i d n ' t he know a l l about i t if he had been checking for me? Had Brian l i e d to me? Had he r e - e n l i s t ed anyway? "Uh...he said someone had been. . . . a r r e s t e d for holding marijuana. He was there when i t happened and was being held as a witness." "Gunny" smiled, the lewdness returned now, a kind of seaminess in his l e a t h e r y skin. "Well, now, I doubt there was anybody"else. I'm w i l l i n g to put stakes i t ' s your old man that's in trouble. Don't sound l i k e he deserves y o u . . ." "I'm sure he d i d n ' t do anything wrong! If i t ' s him, then it's a mistake. And anyway, he shouldn't be held where he can get killed!" The pastor-mask returned. "Your husband - what's his name? "Brian." "Brian ever use any drugs, marijuana, anything?" I faltered. Should I t e l l him about the grass? Memories |