Spencer Chats with Mrs. Pettigrew

Later after a slow afternoon of driving around the base and the flight line, Spencer drove home and changed out of his uniform. He slipped on a pair of sweats and old Tennessee t-shirt. He packed a bag in case he had to stay. As he was heading back to his car, he saw Mrs. Pettigrew strolling to her mailbox with letters in her hand. She wore a red cardigan and tan slacks.

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Spencer Shivers

Spencer dug out clean dry clothes and took a quick shower, letting the hot water warm him up before it ran out. He stepped out and dried off in the semi-darkness, towel drying his hair. Good thing it didn’t take long to dry. He put on a t-shirt under his sweatshirt and sweatpants and dry socks. He found an extra blanket in the closet and wrapped himself in that.

“You can come in now,” he tapped on her door.

“Are you okay?” Kate was alarmed. His voice sounded weak and he still looked cold.

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Spencer and Kate Assess the Situtation

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 Photo Credit: Mark Reis / Colorado Springs Gazette

 

“I can think of worse things that could happen to us.” He started some lunges and Kate watched his fluid movements. He was a strong, well muscled guy, with a sweet personality.

Kate better watch herself. She took the bait. “Like what?”

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Spencer and Kate Stuck

“Good thinking.” Kate followed Spencer down the hall after getting off on the third floor. Although paying for their room was the least of her worries at this point.

“Here we are,” he said, dropping his bag. He took out the card key from his pants pocket and let them in.

Kate reached for a light switch. “Very nice,” she said, walking over to the window. She closed the curtains and turned the heater on to medium. She took in the sofa, queen bed, and flat screen television resting on a large dresser. “What’s in the next room?”

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