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“I swear to god, I had no idea she was a woman.”
Amos laughed at his friend’s expense plus a little extra to rub it in. They were halfway into dinner. Frank’s Diner sat right on the edge of Finnon Lake just two miles from the Swansboro Country Airport where the Firebirds were stationed. The Placerville Airport was crammed with the bigger boys, so they’d been shoved off to the side. Thankfully, Frank’s—the only restaurant for ten miles around—served up a fine feed and a cold beer.
“You sure?” Drew wasn’t convinced yet.
“You blind, bro? Or was she that homely? Her sister…now that was hot.”
“Never saw her face,” Drew took a thoughtful bite of his double burger.
The guy still had such Upper West Side manners that he finished chewing before he continued the thought that Amos could see h
