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Jane was healing well enough to join Danny and Tommy on the deck for cocktails. Danny rigged up a rickety lounge chair for her to sit in.
“Jesus sent me a letter his mother is one of my patients and friends of the Jairo’s family. They named the boy Enrico. It means ruler of the house. The mother also said to thank the handsome doctor again for his help in delivering her baby.” She said, smiling at Tommy over the rim of her glass.
“I’m glad to know she and the baby are well.”
“Danny told me you were considering writing to Sue Lee using the Army V-mail system. I hope you haven’t?”
“Well, no, I started the letter, but only in my head,” he answered, surprised by her statement.
“Keep it there; you two have to realize she is in Army Intelligence. Her mail would be scrutinized. It would not be good if she were caught corresponding with a refugee from an enemy country. You would quickly find yourself in an army prison camp. God only knows what it would do to her reputation. Sorry, Tommy, I didn’t mean to be so harsh, but Leonard and Katherine would be all over Danny if we lost you now.”
“She is right, lad. It’s my fault for suggesting such a thing. You’re needed here; shortly, we will sail again. The war is not over. Buck up Tommy, your time will come when you will be with your Lass,” Danny said, clapping him on the back.
Tommy never thought of how his situation could have put Sue Lee in jeopardy, but wondering if she still cared was now even harder.
Danny again reminded everyone that soon they would be sailing. “So drink up before all the tomorrows are gone,” he said, raising his glass.
Jane sadly knew his toast had the ring of truth to it. Hospital ships were at more risks; then she was flying her Moth.
International Law ruled they had to display electrically powered lights to illuminate their Red Cross marks on the ship’s sides and upon the deck.
The painted white ships, thus showing enemy pilots, this was not a legitimate target. The reality was that they offered an easy target.
Jane pushed that sad thought from her mind, raising up her glass in a toast.
Jane was leaving for London. She had not seen her mother for some time; she needed the time to recuperate and hide.