Sarah

Sarah Stickney White -- daughter of archaeologist -- born in
1910, so she'd be 87. Jake Cutter married his lost love, and
she married a young Navy flyer named Rabb. When got pregnant,
he sent her home to his parents in Pennsylvania. He ended up
getting killed. He flew off the USS Hornet.

Harm is worried that his grandmother is losing touch with
reality. After seeing her forget a few times, he is really 
worried and tries to persuade her to leave the farm and come
live with someone else of the family.
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Alternately-- Jake Cutter is shot down and presumed dead, along
with Corky. (But not Jake, because he was sick or such.) Sarah
Stickney-White grieves for this loss. She is called home to report
by OSS (which exists, thanks to the 1938/1941 rule). On the way, 
she meets (Matt Rabb? Rick Rabb?) in San Francisco. He is swept
off his feet by her and proposes marriage. She is on the rebound
(and heck! the guy's great!) and accepts. A few romantic nights,
and off he goes to the _Hornet_, leaving Sarah with a ring on
her finger and instructions to go see his parents in Pennsylvania.
She does so (after reporting to OSS) and finds herself in a 
different world, a world that seems comforting after years of 
Boragora and intrigue. She goes back to OSS, where they have her
analyzing stuff, until she finds out she's pregnant. She contacts
the Rabbs, and Mrs. Rabb comes to take care of her so she can 
continue her war work. (Mr. Rabb has to stay home and take care of 
the farm.)

Meanwhile, back in Boragora & environs, Jake and Corky are removed
from an internment camp by Princess Koji. They escape her clutches
(literally!) and return home secretly. Bonne Chance Louie can only
tell them that Sarah had to go back to the US.

On the way home on the Clipper (Jake has to fly the Clipper), a 
flight of planes from the Hornet saves their butts, and Jake pledges
to buy this guy Rabb a drink when they both get home.

Jake can't find Sarah, but he does find his dad and his lost love;
gets acknowledged by one and married to the other.

Years later, after his love dies, he finds Sarah at an OSS reunion.





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Harm stretched out against the little rise, looking down
toward the back of the house, watching Sarah as she 
finished her gardening. Mac sat down next to him, and
Jake the 8th sat between them. Mac started petting him.
This was usually below Jake's dignity, but he accepted
it this time. It was a special occasion, after all.

Harm plucked a stalk of grass going to seed and started to 
roll it around in his fingers. "So, what do you think of
the farm, Mac?" He put the stalk between his teeth and
waited for her answer.

She propped herself up on one arm and turned to him. "It's 
beautiful, Harm. I can see why it means a lot to you. And 
to your grandmother." Jake looked to see why she'd stopped
petting him. She looked apologetic and began again.

Harm smiled fondly. "She's great, isn't she?" Without
looking, he began to pet Jake.

Mac moved her hand to make room for Harm's. "Yes, she is."

"She really likes you, you know." Harm's hand moved 
restlessly on Jake's hide, brushing Mac's.

Mac smiled shyly and rubbed Jake's ears. "I like her, too. 
She treats me like I'm family."

Unexpectedly, Harm's hand stopped petting Jake and covered 
hers. "You are family, Mac." He stared into her eyes. "If
you ever need anything, if you need someplace to go or 
someone to talk to, I'm here. So's my grandmother, for 
that matter. She told me to make sure to tell you so."

She'd also told him to "marry this one, for goodness' sake, 
and give me a granddaughter I can respect." But he didn't
think Mac needed to hear that.

Not yet.

He looked down and saw that he still had Mac's hand. His
fingers were tracing invisible lines along her wrist. 
He looked into Mac's face. She didn't seem upset. Her
arm was relaxed under his. He almost sighed with relief.
Gently, he released her hand and lay back again against 
the rise. 

For a moment, Mac's hand felt very bare.

Then she smiled at nothing in particular and settled back 
against the rise. There was nothing to do but listen to the 
mourning doves and watch the sun going down.