lose faith in his own judgment.
Morgan rubbed her husband’s shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “Wy att, don’t make me beg. I’ll peel the orange if that’s what it takes for you to tell me what you’re thinking.”
Wyatt nodded agreement with her terms and began laying out his strategy. “We’ve still got the boat. I say we turn all of this into a positive. Let’s sell everything, walk away from the house, and go live on the water. I know it’s a bit more of a drive to work for you, but we’ve paid for the slip a year in advance, and that fee includes all electric and water. We can sell all the furniture and the yard tools – everything except our clothes and food, and resign ourselves to a life of luxury on the sea.”
Wyatt handed his wife a slice of orange and continued. “I’ll find a part-time job at a gas station or maybe even get some temporary bookkeeping work. I know a big firm won’t hire me because of my credit rating, but a little company needing a part-time person probably won’t check. I can fish a little and maybe even pick up some cash repairing our neighbors’ vessels. What do you think?”
Morgan pondered Wyatt’s plan. Some time back, they had discussed retiring on the boat, but that was only daydreaming. It had never come up again because Wyatt still had faith in either the business bailout deal or the loan modification. Now, both of those options had dried up. She had to admit, compared to sleeping on the ground, the boat was the Taj Mahal. “Okay Wyatt, let’s say I agree to go along with not having a yard and living in constant motion. Are we going to do that forever? Do I need to grow gills?”
Again, Wyatt smiled at his wife and teased, “Baby, I’ve always had a mermaid fantasy. Sing me a siren song, would ya?”
Morgan waved him off with a “ Pfffff” sound and then got serious. “We won’t be able to cruise or take her out. The fuel would be worse than our house payment. Let me think about it, Wyatt. Sleep might come a little easier tonight if I’m working on that question, rather than worrying about finding an unoccupied overpass.”
Wyatt seemed relieved at her reaction. “You don’t think I’m crazy? I know it’s not a great plan, but it’s all I could come up with so far.”
“No, my husband, I don’t think it’s crazy at all. As a matter of fact, I think it’s rather creative. I just need to think it through is all.”
Wyatt nodded and handed her the last section of the citrus fruit. “Oh, damn. I forgot, I got so wrapped up in the bad news, I forgot about the good news. David is coming home next month. He’s been granted 30 days leave.”
Morgan immediately brightened at the news. Her son was coming home! She hadn’t seen him in almost three months, and he was going to be here for a whole month! Wyatt pointed to the stack of mail on the table. “He sent a short letter – it’s in the pile there.”
Morgan shuffled through the mound of bills, collection notices, and junk until she found the handwritten note. It wasn’t much, but she held it to her breast and smiled widely. “Now, I do think I’ll be able to sleep.”
Wyatt wasn’t done yet. “I’ve saved the best for last. Come with me.”
He led her to the bedroom door, which was closed. She gave him a puzzled look, and he motioned for her to go in. When she crossed the threshold, a blast of cold air hit her. “I decided if we’re going to lose the house, we might as well go out in style, so I turned on the AC. What’s the electric company going to do – repossess the cold air?”
Morgan wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Thanks for hanging in there with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Chapter 3
January 30, 2017
Beijing, China
MOSS Headquarters
The attack against the United States of America began with a hum, rather than a bang or boom. Spread out across China and dozens
Morgan rubbed her husband’s shoulder in a reassuring gesture. “Wy att, don’t make me beg. I’ll peel the orange if that’s what it takes for you to tell me what you’re thinking.”
Wyatt nodded agreement with her terms and began laying out his strategy. “We’ve still got the boat. I say we turn all of this into a positive. Let’s sell everything, walk away from the house, and go live on the water. I know it’s a bit more of a drive to work for you, but we’ve paid for the slip a year in advance, and that fee includes all electric and water. We can sell all the furniture and the yard tools – everything except our clothes and food, and resign ourselves to a life of luxury on the sea.”
Wyatt handed his wife a slice of orange and continued. “I’ll find a part-time job at a gas station or maybe even get some temporary bookkeeping work. I know a big firm won’t hire me because of my credit rating, but a little company needing a part-time person probably won’t check. I can fish a little and maybe even pick up some cash repairing our neighbors’ vessels. What do you think?”
Morgan pondered Wyatt’s plan. Some time back, they had discussed retiring on the boat, but that was only daydreaming. It had never come up again because Wyatt still had faith in either the business bailout deal or the loan modification. Now, both of those options had dried up. She had to admit, compared to sleeping on the ground, the boat was the Taj Mahal. “Okay Wyatt, let’s say I agree to go along with not having a yard and living in constant motion. Are we going to do that forever? Do I need to grow gills?”
Again, Wyatt smiled at his wife and teased, “Baby, I’ve always had a mermaid fantasy. Sing me a siren song, would ya?”
Morgan waved him off with a “ Pfffff” sound and then got serious. “We won’t be able to cruise or take her out. The fuel would be worse than our house payment. Let me think about it, Wyatt. Sleep might come a little easier tonight if I’m working on that question, rather than worrying about finding an unoccupied overpass.”
Wyatt seemed relieved at her reaction. “You don’t think I’m crazy? I know it’s not a great plan, but it’s all I could come up with so far.”
“No, my husband, I don’t think it’s crazy at all. As a matter of fact, I think it’s rather creative. I just need to think it through is all.”
Wyatt nodded and handed her the last section of the citrus fruit. “Oh, damn. I forgot, I got so wrapped up in the bad news, I forgot about the good news. David is coming home next month. He’s been granted 30 days leave.”
Morgan immediately brightened at the news. Her son was coming home! She hadn’t seen him in almost three months, and he was going to be here for a whole month! Wyatt pointed to the stack of mail on the table. “He sent a short letter – it’s in the pile there.”
Morgan shuffled through the mound of bills, collection notices, and junk until she found the handwritten note. It wasn’t much, but she held it to her breast and smiled widely. “Now, I do think I’ll be able to sleep.”
Wyatt wasn’t done yet. “I’ve saved the best for last. Come with me.”
He led her to the bedroom door, which was closed. She gave him a puzzled look, and he motioned for her to go in. When she crossed the threshold, a blast of cold air hit her. “I decided if we’re going to lose the house, we might as well go out in style, so I turned on the AC. What’s the electric company going to do – repossess the cold air?”
Morgan wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close for a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby. Thanks for hanging in there with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Chapter 3
January 30, 2017
Beijing, China
MOSS Headquarters
The attack against the United States of America began with a hum, rather than a bang or boom. Spread out across China and dozens
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