"I'm ready."
"We're going over to the Pentagon."
"Let's go."
They stopped to pick up Walt.
He had gotten a razor from somewhere; the stubble on his face was gone. His skin was smooth and boyish. He was dressed in a single breasted, brown suit. His white shirt was open at the neck.
Julia's heart caught in her throat with pride when she saw him. She blushed.
"He's been pacing the floor for the last hour," the guard said.
"We're going to talk to some government official," Julia said. She smiled up at him. "How do you feel, Walt?"
"I'm fine. Fine. Nervous. But I feel fine."
"They're waiting," the colonel said. "We better hurry."