People showed you who they were when they thought a box was beneath them.
At the gate, a young petty officer checked her ID, looked at the name, blinked twice, then looked back at her face.
His mouth opened.
Evelyn held one finger lightly to her lips.
The petty officer’s eyes widened with instant understanding. He was maybe twenty-three, Puerto Rican, sleepy-eyed, with a fresh haircut and the kind of alertness that came from not wanting to make a stupid mistake in front of someone important.
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