A woman insisting that someone else take her seat because she did not want to delay the aircraft.
“Mrs. Alvarez?”
I whispered.
Her smile widened.
Dad looked from her to me.
The woman crossed the room slowly.
When she reached us, she took both of my hands.
“I wondered if you would remember an old lady who caused so much trouble.”
I laughed softly.
“You didn’t cause any trouble.”
“Oh, I absolutely did.”
Her daughter stood a few steps behind her, smiling.
Mrs. Alvarez looked toward my father.
“And you must be Colonel Bennett’s family.”
Dad stood.
“Yes.”
She held his gaze kindly.
“Then there is something you should know about your daughter.”
I glanced at General Harrington.
He seemed as surprised as I was.
Mrs. Alvarez squeezed my hands.
“Everyone talks about the thousands of people she helped that week,” she said.
“But I came tonight because I wanted her family to know what she did after the operation was supposedly finished.”
