A Well Lived Life Book 8 StephieChapter 62 The Cold War
September, 1983, Washington, DC When the plane touched down at National Airport in Washington, I grabbed my carry-on bag and tucked my copy of The Brothers Karamazov into the outside pocket. I hadn’t brought a suit, but I did bring a sports coat, which I grabbed from the coat closet at the front of the MD-80 that had brought me to DC nearly on-time. I walked out the door onto the Jetway and then into the gate area. I saw Tatyana, Colonel Anisimova, and a very pretty young blonde girl who...