Fires of War - [First Team 03] Page 44
by Larry Bond
But then he was fine, smiling again as he always did.
“Yeah. In the mind.”
“It’s cancer, right?”
Ferguson scratched the side of his head and smiled. “Actually, it’s an empty hole where my brain once was.”
“You’re not going to talk about it, are you?”
“If I knew what you were talking about, then I probably wouldn’t. But I don’t.”
“Your secret’s safe with me.” Corrine tapped his elbow. “OK?”
Ferguson started to make a wisecrack but stopped. “Drink?” he asked instead.
“Sure.” Corrine took his arm and he led her to the bar.
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