The smell of Jasmine was in the sea air. Any other day I would have adhered to the Victory Speed but I couldn't wait to reach the village. I smiled to myself, thinking what a stir it would cause when I drove through in Deanna's car; a car that supposedly wouldn't start and couldn't be moved. Poppycock! I wasn't sure about Johnny's plight yet, and it might very well be that that part of the story was true. If so, I would have to break it to her gently. Maybe that was another reason why she couldn't remember; it was so awful her mind wouldn't allow her to remember. I'd seen it happen to guys who'd seen too much combat sometimes.