Charles glared blankly at the silent phonograph. It hadn't always been silent, just ten minutes ago it was playing.. Playing words.words.that his well-shaped mind could not fathom.

^^^^^

"Marriage. cannot be a bachelor forever. when you get back.. Jane Richards.."

'Ech. Jane Richards was a girl that played dress up with me when I was four.' Charles tossed dirty laundry into a sack.

"Lovely lady, she became. just yesterday she. oh, no you must hurry. Jeffrey Covington was her escort to the opera.."

'Jeffrey Covington!' Charles spun around at least twice. 'Why Jeff would never. not. Daniel might. but old Jeffrey; never!'

He sat down on his cot. It was at that moment, Charles Emerson Winchester III realized something; Jeff would and so would he. And so would Daniel and Samuel. It was all a matter of time before they got tired enough, sick enough, or weary enough of their mother's constant "well meant" chats that they would finally cave and get married.

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"Charles." Hawkeye snapped his fingers in front of the other surgeon's face.

"Hmmm?"

"Charles, you do know it stopped?" a man with a horrible mustache asked.

"What?"

"The recording," B.J. answered.

"Oh, yes. Of course."

"Chuckles, you feelin' all right?" Hawk joked putting a hand to the Bostonian's forehead.

"Children!" Charles stormed out the Swamp with the faintest tear in his.