"We have a variant of the FS-flu now that sterilizes only monkeys. It may be the weapon we're looking for." He paused and looked mischievously at Pat. "Did you know, by the way that the original FS virus does not cause permanent sterility in primates?"
I caught the glance and her look of dismay.
"Primates? You mean humans too?"
He nodded. I turned to Pat.
"Then you aren't sterile? You didn't tell me you had a biopsy."
This time Hallam laughed outright. "How many months have you been away soldier?"
"My God! Pat ... you're pregnant!"
She came to me. "Yes darling. I am. I didn't want to tell you because I might miscarry again: but I went to Ray Thorne and he says I'm doing just fine."
"Oh baby," and I pulled her into my arms. "What a wonderful, wonderful Christmas!"
It was after dinner. We sat around the fireplace in silence. To one side the Christmas tree, with its tinsel streamers and glass ornaments, threw back a shower of sparks in answer to the flames. The coffee was finished and I savored the last drop of Drambuie slowly, letting it bite my tongue with its pungent sweetness.