"It'll take a little time."
"In that case-you may have noticed that you've interrupted my toilette-please excuse me for a moment while I slip into something more comfortable."
When Castillo came out of the bedroom three minutes later-wearing slacks and a sweater and shower thongs-Beth Wilson was sitting on the couch holding a copy of the Tages Zeitung.
"What's this?" she said.
"They call that a newspaper."
"It's German."
"I noticed."
"What do you do, use this to keep your German up?"
"Keep my German up where?" Castillo asked innocently, and then took pity on her. "My mother's family was in the newspaper business. They send it to me. And yeah, I read it to practice my German."
She gave him a faint smile.
"Now that I am appropriately dressed," Castillo said, "and in a position to proclaim my innocence of even harboring any indecent thoughts of any kind whatsoever should Randolph come bursting through the door, his eyes blazing with righteousness, you mentioned something about an apology?"
"Randy's on a cross-country, round-robin RON," she said. "He won't come bursting through the door."
A round robin was a flight that began and ended, after one or more intermediate stops, at the same place. Cross-country meant what it sounded like. RON stood for "Remain Over Night."
"Oh, you speak aviation?" he said.
"My father is an aviator, you might recall."
"Now that you mention it…"
She shook her head.
He went on: "Lieutenant Miller is also on that recruiting flight. Remember him? You met him, briefly-"
"Recruiting flight?"
"You mean you don't know?"
"Know what?"
"What they do when these splendid young fledgling birdmen are about to finish their course of instruction and graduate-"
"Randy graduates next Friday," she offered. "We'll be married on Sunday at three in Chapel One."
"Thank you for sharing that with me," Castillo said. "As I was saying, when they are about to finish, they schedule one of those cross-country, round-robin RON training flights you mention, with stops at Forts Benning, Stewart, and-depending on the weather-either Knox or Bragg.
"Eight or ten-for that matter, two-Apaches coming in for a landing is a sight that will impress young officers. Some of these fledgling birdmen will even be bright enough to extrapolate from that that driving one such machine, and getting flight pay to do so, would seem to be a far smarter way to serve one's country than mucking about in the mud, etcetera, as they are doing. They then apply for flight training. This is called recruiting. Hence the term 'recruiting flights.'"
"I almost believe that."
"Miss Wilson, there is no limit to what terrible things certain people will do to further Army Aviation."
She looked at him for a moment before smiling again.
"Well, anyway," she said, "you don't have to worry about Randy bursting through your door. He called me from Fort Stewart about an hour ago."
"And suggested you come over here and say 'hi' if you were bored?"