"That's true, I'm not from around here, but did you ever hear Duncan's side of the story?" Lacy replied, outraged that everyone assumed the worst of Duncan.
"He came back from Afghanistan and his best buddy didn't. They were in the same unit yet Duncan alive and Rick isn't," Daisy shot back. "And Rick has a wife and a child."
Daisy mouth flopped opened like a fish, then she grabbed the pizza and marched out the door.
Lacey knew, deep in her heart that Duncan hadn't been a coward. She didn't know what had happened, but if Duncan would leap off a pier and release a pelican from fishing line, he wouldn't leave a buddy to die.
Daisy didn't return that night. When Lacy arrived at her shop at 5am the next morning, waiting for at the back door stood Duncan.
"What are you doing here?" Lacy asked as she pulled out the keys to the shop.
He held up a thermos of coffee. "I hear I'm not the only one who tills at windmills."
She blushed. "I didn't like how she blamed you without knowing what happened. It isn't fair."
"If you invited me in, I'd like to talk."