I toyed with the idea of putting my dress uniform back on, but decided that would not be fair to Mike. I put it on a hangar and put the plastic from the dry cleaners back over it, hanging it in the guest room closet. I did give some thought to what I should wear. Theresa would need some time alone with Mom and Barbara. They had a lot to share. I would need to take Mike out somewhere while they did that. I settled on khaki shorts and a polo shirt, acceptable attire pretty much anywhere in south Florida.
I had met Mike twice before, although I had barely talked with the guy. Both times, it had been while I was home on leave, and my attention and time were taken up with trying to get laid. While I was getting dressed, I reflected that I couldn't really picture him at all. When my sister arri
