Lady Enelya
Tarkaan
Royal Seeress
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Post by Lady Enelya on Mar 14, 2005 10:18:44 GMT -5
Pyramid Bar: RAF base Cairo (1920)
The young American stretched and yawned, this country was too warm and it stank! She hated it, her hair was limp and dry from the heat, and she swatted at the flies that buzzed around her.
“This is a messed up country!” she thought angrily, motioning for another drink. The bar was crowded, but Sara sat alone. The bar tender brought her another stiff gin and she drank it in one swallow, ugh, she hated the stuff but it was better to be drunk and warm than sober and stifled.
She had arrived from Boston 3 days ago and already she was missing home and her family. The RAF was in need of code breakers, why she did not know, where some of those awful nomads talking about the queen in a derogatory manner? These Brits were excessively patriotic and uptight.
She rested her head on the back of her chair and shut her eyes for a moment and thought of home. She missed the little things like a bath when she wanted and air conditioning!
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