Eliza grins her mouth open. “Ha Ha. Laugh with me,” she says. I laugh. “I’ll get you for this,” she says, gritting her teeth.

              “Tie me, we must work now,” says Rose, bouncing on hot stand, handing me her bra. “Maybe this dead troop today don’t count. He is not combatted, he defuses a bomb that blows. If not, I put O, for deads unlucky enough to not count. I think your Bush counts bomb defusement maybe suicide. It is popular American crime, I think.”

              “Do you recommend it?” says Ron, walking up behind her.

              “Yes. No. I can’t decided,” she turns, skipping on the sand as she turns her back to me. She says, “Tie tight back there, or I leak breasts out. For soldiers, I think no, don’t do suicide, they already suicide enough when they join armies. For generals and governments, maybe suicide, but no. Be civilized. It has very good arguments not to kill murderers. I think generals would volunteer lifetime emprisonedment. Good enough, you think? But now I apologize to Elijah to be so jealous of her I needed to intercept their talk of family. You won’t take him away from me back?”

              “No chance,” she says with her grin. “Oh, and my name is Eliza.”

              “Yes, I can say it. I practice at home tonight. If we meet more I will be right. But I hope not to. I am so stupid to be jealous I say stupid stuff. But don’t love him still please?”

              “No chance!” says Eliza, taking Ron’s arm and walking off. “Here’s hoping we never meet again! I’ll do all the family stuff over the phone. Provided he answers.”

              “Yes answer, don’t meet her,” Rose says, smiling and waving at them, “I see this Eliza again, I stick my knife in her heart.” I pick up the towel and radio. “And so?” she says.

              “So?”

              “So what do you do to my husband for me?"

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