“So hey, I’ve got cookies for you,” Jake said, thrusting a plastic container into my hands. “You know, my sister insists on making everyone in the squad their favorite cookies at least once on this tour. Well, you’re up, Rusty!”
He grinned. ”Considering how you always stuff yourself when I get peanut butter cookies, I figured they were your favorites, so here ya go – compliments of the best sister in the world.”
Jake’s sister was legendary in our squad. She sent cookies, cakes, candy – hell, Jake even talked her into sending issues of Playboy as long as he swore that they weren’t for him. She really didn’t know her brother as well as she thought she did, especially if she expected him to be honest about porn. She also had a way of twisting her words in such a way that every day events became the greatest source of entertainment when Jake read her letters out loud at night to the whole squad.
“Thanks, Chief. They look great. Please thank her for me,” I said, looking down at the most delicious-looking cookies I had seen since I was a kid and believed in goddamn Santa Claus. A cold glass of milk, and I would have been in fucking heaven. Though, with my luck, the milk would be full of sand like everything else was.
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