“How come there are no pictures of women up here, except for the wedding pictures?” Rye asked. “It’s a heroes’ wall. To honor the sacrifices our family has made in service of the country.” He lit a cigarette. “Women can be heroes.” Frankie laughed. “What’s funny about that?” She turned to him, wiped the tears from her eyes. “I … well … you don’t mean…” “Yeah,” he said, looking down at her. She couldn’t remember a man ever looking at her in such a way, so intensely. It made her catch her breath. “I mean it, Frankie. It’s 1966. The whole world is changing.”
