Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150505165324

"Sorry," he responded, hoping he hadn't struck another senstive subject. "Walk through the old city, picnic lunch, movie -- depends on what the lady in question wants.  Though to be honest, it's been a little while.  Any other questions?"

Azzie stared out the window, both to focus on the noise of the Morse code and to hide if his eyes glazed over during their quick trip down memory lane. Now that he thought about it, the incident he was remembering was even more of a secret than his family heritage. Only his Uncle Trigo, who picked him up at the hospital afterwards, knew the full story, and he had gladly sworn himself to secrecy. Without thinking, he scratched at the scar on his chest, which always throbbed at moments like this.