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a girl at home?" Peck said nothing, but Harris was undeterred. "I'll bet ya do, some little sweetheart," he continued. "Well, I got one thing to tell ya, an' that's this: forget her. Ya think she's gonna wait while you're out there killin' Japs? Fat chance. No, she's gonna find some pretty little momma's boy with some kinda' loophole 4-F certificate, and pretty soon she'll Peck felt hot anger rising, and told himself to ignore it. Harris was drunk, and this was no place for a scene. But he could still see Carla's handsome face; Hitomi Kobayashi dark, cascading hair and striking eyebrows, Hitomi Kobayashi full lips, her provocative gaze. In his mind, Hitomi Kobayashi smile seemed to become a leer, and he willed her to disappear. Drunk or no, Harris had guessed the score. Carla hadn't even waited for Peck to ship out. Bitch, he thought, but without really feeling it. He was still too much in love with her to feel vindictive. But whoever the other guy was, he was damned lucky Peck hadn't been able to find out. Probably some Harris didn't seem to notice the depth of Peck's reverie. "Tell you what," he said with a slightly surreptitious glance to either side as he reached into his pocket. "I gotta get the hell outta here; gotta get back to the field. I wish I could stay for ...(cont.)

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