“Oh, don’t even try,” I scolded. “You could never leave those kids now. You wouldn’t be any fun on a layover, these days.”
“I couldn’t stand to be away from home for so long now, you’re right,” she conceded. “But I most certainly would be fun on a layover! I may be all married up now, but my husband is Argentinean! We eat dinner at nine P.M., may I remind you? That means we are still fun.”
Sharing a healthy sense of adventure and a very healthy interest in Latin men, Katie and I were thrilled to be based in Buenos Aires right out of training, and enjoyed a certain amount of success with the local menfolk. Katie—she was O’Brien in those days—enjoyed quite lasting success with a particular member of the local menfolk, and when her boyfriend Francisco was transferred to Northern California for his job with a local wine distributor, she transferred to our base in San Francisco and made him her husband.