THREE YEARS LATER
My travels have been very successful. For three years, I was able to revisit the places where we docked in our two year sailing before. In the first year, I went to Patomoso to visit Carole and his son, Ferdie. He was eight at that time and was looking more and more like Lowen so I had to ask. I wanted to be sure. I remembered it just like yesterday.
"Ferdie is not Sgt. Monroe's son, is he?" I asked her directly.
To my amazement, Carole smiled, "He's looking more and more like his father growing up. Lowen also asked that question in his letters and I had to tell him the truth. Ferdie knows as well."
I nodded, "That's good to hear."
Carole pursed her lips, "But staying here in Patomoso will be quite challenging in the future. The Monroe's won't let this matter go and I might end up being accused of adultery."
"Does Lowen know?" I asked.
