I tried to doze on our chartered flight out of Tbilisi into Grozny Airport, but my thoughts turned to David, as they often did when I didn’t have something else to occupy me. I hadn’t seen him in months, but he’d called a couple of times and I’d received an unsigned postcard from Perm, my grandmother’s Russian home. The reminder of his excellent memory made me smile, and I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that I’d thought back on our time together in bed frequently as well. I was only human, after all.
We were both humans with uncommon jobs, however, and I knew that it could be even more months before I saw him again. And there was no denying it…at the moment, I was married to my job.
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