Sloan and Peter strolled around the locked park. Peter looked at Sloan, who was smiling.
“You like her. You don’t like anyone, but you like Marla,” Peter said.
“No, I don’t. She’s demanding and annoying.”
“Yes, you do. You’re in love with Marla.”
“There’s no time for love in war, mate,” Sloan said.
Peter smiled. “The war has to end, sometime, mate,” he said, imitating Sloan.
“Let’s see if we can speed that up.” Sloan put his arm around Peter. “Do you think she likes me?” he asked, like a schoolboy.
“Who wouldn’t be overwhelmed by your charms?” Peter teased.
They both laughed, as they melted into the busy pace of downtown London and a chance for a real meal before heading back to Germany.
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