He couldn't place a smell while he cooked for her he kept one eye on the door.
She loved her husband still and more he knew.
Her husband was his friend.
He was looking out for her and protecting his investment.
They thought her husband was dead.
He wasn't.
That changed everything.
They waited in a shack in a canyon in northern California.
He rigged a kick ass light and sound system for his hippie friends before he joined the Army.
He planed to use the canyon, the light and sound system and his considerable arsenal to keep their enemies at bay and it almost worked.
She was doing a lot of heroine he smuggled from Vietnam that some guys wanted pretty bad.
He knew they were fucked even back in Nam when he and her husband hatched the plan.
So he tried to keep her alive until he could figure something out.
He wasn't sure he could.
He was an all American clean cut kid before the shit hit the skid and the car flipped and caught fire on an empty highway in the middle of nowhere he metaphorically ran out of gas.
His lover and his friend barley escaped.
She still had to dry out and her husband had to explain why he risked it all for a half million bucks.
They found him on the empty road a half mile from where they were to rendezvous and left him.
They had too.
They were not truly safe yet and loved each other more than they loved him and he knew that while he ran down the road singing basic training songs to keep going (in case they needed him) until he couldn't and they didn't need him anymore.
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