Julie settles the Camp Rampart tank on June’s brown shoulders. Good she didn’t choose the red side. June wouldn’t tolerate that even for her mother.
McCormick offered the garment yesterday. June said, “Um, that’s a boy shirt?”
Julie twisting a French braid. Most mornings she leaves by 7 to prepare for the Hong Kong call, and McCormick gives June a nice tight ponytail.
He hopes nothing is wrong in Hong Kong, wonders why June is inspecting the big toe she’s lifted to her face, and plans later to close his eyes, find the Blue Pearl, and travel to many planets.
