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“Hey, Archie.”
He stumbled to a halt in the evening darkness outside the chow tent and looked around for the voice’s owner. He’d almost forgotten the sound of it these last days.
“Kee?”
“Up here.”
He raised his gaze. He could barely make out her shadow halfway up the end-zone seating. Farther away than he’d thought from the sound of her voice, the curved concrete tiers amplifying her soft call to this spot. In another few minutes, she’d be wholly invisible in the dark of the night.
He could feel all the joy of having Dilya once again as a dinner companion drain out of him. He fought the slide into anger without success. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, which still hurt a where she’d hit him, he considered his options.
“Please?” A whisper.
He’d never heard that from her. No
