The young blonde woman in a Texas sweat shirt and Seattle Mariners cap (it was her boyfriend's, but I told her about Brendon Donovan anyway) had grown up in Indonesia, but lived in suburban Minneapolis. She was moving to Hawai`i with several other Marines. The weather would remind her of her first home. And Iran? "I have no business there." I told her about a Chinese dissident I met once who learned how to fail a physical exam. She's going to look into her bad joints. She wondered where on Oahu to live, after she and her boyfriend get married. Between them, their housing allowance is 6K a month . . . you can live on that, my husband said. (Local people don't benefit from the military's socialized housing support.) Toward the end of the flight, she scrolled and scrolled through photographs of her and her boyfriend (I infer). I passed her my phone number, in case.
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