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Two nights later, Kee still hadn’t spoken to anyone other than Dilya. The girl’s sunny attitude had bounced back in a day, and she returned to her habit of eating like a horse. Conversations died when Kee entered the mess tent, so she ate her meals quietly with Dilya in recovery. Sergeant Jeff Carlisle had been shipped to a stateside hospital for rest and recoup with a good prognosis.
Usually only she and Dilya were in the hospital tent. Kee made herself scarce whenever the girl had a visitor, which was surprisingly often. Especially considering none of her visitors spoke so much as the few words of Uzbekistani Kee had mastered.
Big John had brought a doll, though she couldn’t imagine where he’d found one on a forward airbase. It wasn’t a big success, maybe it looked a bit too real f
