The serious conversation about retirement subsided shortly to laughter at a past story about Dimitri and some woman by the name of Sonya. Rather than being jealous, Ana seemed to quietly enjoy the tale. She spoke a bit of Spanish to Carla sitting next to her. Her Spanish accent was not at all the same as Carla’s. I have no idea where such a soft dialect came from. She was not a woman for many words, or perhaps English was not her first language and she didn’t understand all that we were saying.
The wine flowed, and I do believe we were all partaking in Brian’s cellar too much as Marcus left to get some more expensive labelled bottles.
We did, after all, have another flight with a mission for Damien tomorrow. I was thinking hard about that as well. I was going to bring it up eithe
