The first time Dale Mercer laughed at Evelyn Hayes in uniform, she was twenty-one years old. Standing in her mother’s kitchen in freshly issued Navy dress blues, she listened as he looked her over and smirked. “Cute,” he said, lifting his beer. “Does it come with a little anchor purse?”
PART 1 The first time Dale Mercer laughed at Evelyn Hayes in uniform, she was twenty-one years old, standing in her mother’s kitchen with her new Navy dress blues still…