“Are you planning to take all my squad—all ten of them?”
“I had hoped to, if you cared to join us.”
“Bu—but—” Norma caught herself. She had been about to betray her secret—her spy complex. What she had wanted to say was, “But how about Lena?”
“It is for you to choose,” the Lieutenant said quietly.
“Oh, I want to go!” Norma exclaimed. “Count me in. Please don’t leave me out, only—” There it was again.
“Only what?”
“Only nothing. Please forgive me,” Norma begged.
And so it was settled. Norma was to be given a two-day leave to be spent at home with her father. Then she was to meet Lieutenant Warren and the squad in Chicago. There they were to board an eastbound train for fields of fresh toil and adventure.
Norma stirred uneasily in her place by the car window. She was on her way—had been for some time. Two or three hours more and she would be looking at the place she and her fellow WACs would call “home” for some time.