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They arrived in Gibraltar, after a routine inspection, the first person to come aboard was Dr. Jane Snodgrass, to Danny’s delight, a young assistant was trailing behind with two cases of Scotch whiskey.
“I say, old thing, you’re looking swell—It must be that rotgut scotch. I do hope this change to a more superior brand isn’t too shocking for your system,” She said, laughing as she shook Danny’s hand.
“Now don’t you go all posh on me with your British ways. I want you to meet my friend Tommy. He’s looking after the boy I mentioned.”
She smiled, looking up at the handsome doctor holding out her hand, shaking his with a firm grip. Jane knew he was from Italy, smuggled onto the ship by Danny, who was desperately in need of a surgeon.
Tommy guessed she was about five feet six inches tall. Her blonde hair parted in the middle, curly on both sides that matched her beautiful oval face with blue eyes and a freckled nose.
She dressed in a plain long-sleeved white blouse with the sleeves rolled to the elbow. Tan slacks emphasized her slim figure were tucked into her high-laced boots. He could see by her actions that she had a vast amount of energy about her. Danny referred to her as the flying surgeon the outfit she was wearing matched her aviation persona.
“I’m pleased to meet you, Dr. Snodgrass.”
“Oh, do call me Jane; Snodgrass is such a mouthful whenever I hear that name. I look over my shoulder for my father.”
“Is your father a doctor too?” Tommy asked.
“Yes, he was. Dad worked with Danny in the past, right old thing?”
“Ahh, I was his young intern. He taught me well, bless his soul.”
Tommy listened with Danny as Jane soothingly talked to John, explaining the procedure answering all of his questions.
Tommaso had learned that her expertise was surgery, and she was a firm believer in not amputating, but if so, she made damned sure a prosthetic fitted correctly. He could sense that John was warming to the idea by all his questions.