Kimber
This story goes out to a new friend of mine in the Navy… ‘Erica,’ my love, come home soon, OK? We miss you, here!!! xoxo, -BB ,) * * * * * The air inside was cooler than the hot August street outside. As I closed the door behind me, I wondered if I was at the right address. The sound coming from the bathroom down the hall would explain why there was no answer. The shower would have obscured my ringing entirely. But, if I were at the wrong house, I could easily wind up spending the night in...