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him, continued to sip my bourbon, lost in thoughts as I studied a picture of my wife. The warmth of the booze passed over me. I felt his eyes looking at me. I glanced over at him. The Captain studied me, scrutinizing my face. After a few moments, he turned his attention to the picture in my hand. I turned and looked at him. He had a smile on his lips, he pointed at my photograph. "She’s a real looker, sir," he said. The sir sounded different than before, it possessed somewhat of a sneering tone. "Yes, she is," I said hardly noticing his tone. I continued with pride in my voice adding, "We just got back from our honeymoon." He licked his thick lips, reached over and took the picture from my hand, looking at the image of my