I'm Captain Rosalind Arnold Donaldson currently assigned to a field hospital in Kuwait. But at the moment, I was dressed in a short black knit dress, way too short for a respectable widow to wear to her husband's wake.Thank God, it was going to be a private, invitation only affair.I was about to give up and ask to be released when Trace saw me.
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Denise was Robbie's wife and a former Marine who'd resigned her commission five years ago in order to commence pumping out babies to carry on the Donaldson line. There were three little Donaldson's at home being cared for by the nanny.
There were six of us seated in the back of the stretch limousine: my father-in-law, Brigadier General Gable M.
Copyright 2003 **** Choke on it bitch, commanded my brother-in-law.