"Morning beautiful." Danny snuck up behind Annaly as she sat watching the baby push his cereal around on his high chair tray.
"It's good to see you're in a better mood." She tilted her head up to kiss him
"All I needed was a good sleep. That couple yesterday had this twelve-year-old daughter and she was so spoiled all she did for the entire flight was scream about the new dress her mother bought her not being the right color." Danny pulled out the other kitchen chair to sit beside her.
"Let's hope Danny doesn't turn out like that."
"He won't."
"So what do you have planned for today Walker?"
"Well Rafe and I ain't booked today so figured I'll help him finish fixin' his plane up, then maybe take my love on a picnic by the creek."
"I think I like that idea. Do you want some breakfast?"
"No, Rafe's already at the hanger I'm go get started." Danny squeezed her shoulders and headed down out the rear door.
"I guess I can tell him tonight." She thought out loud.
It was late after noon now and the guys were still tinkering with the old crop duster that hadn't been used since Rafe's father owned. Brenda had borrowed the car and had just returned from town with a new book. As she stepped out of the car she noticed the mail carrier pulling up. She sauntered down the long dusty drive and pulled the mail from the box. The envelope was addressed to Danny, Rafe and Annaly and the return address was a Lt. Sandra Potter Pearl Harbor.
"Annaly you got a letter from Sandra Potter." Brenda handed it to her and Annaly raised her eyebrows.
She opened the latter read the first few lines and fell to the couch
"Oh my god."
Brenda jogged out of the house confused
"Danny, Rafe come quick."
Rafe's head shot up
"What, what is it?"
"Is it Danny?" His father worried
"No it's Annaly a letter came in from Sandra Porter or Potter or something she just sort crumbled over."
The three ran back in, in lightning speed. Danny walked over the Annaly taking the note in one hand and hers in the other. He read it aloud to Rafe in spite of the ink that had run from a mix of Sandra and Annaly's tears.
"Dear Rafe, Danny, Annaly
I'm writing this letter to tell you something very important. Colonel Doolittle came by the hospital today with some bad news. Mike, Red and Gooze's plane has been shot down. They're M.I.A. And presumed dead. I'm sorry to have to tell you this so close to your wedding Danny and Annaly but I just wanted you to know.
Sincerely,
Sandra"
"Oh no." Rafe moaned looking at the floor
"Come here honey." Danny took Annaly in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.
"Who's Red, Mike and Gooze?" Brenda asked puzzled
"Our friends from Pearl." Danny asked swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Hey wait you can't go believin that they're dead. I mean hey look what happened to me." Rafe was trying to convince himself of this as much as he was them.
Danny got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen punching a whole in the wall on his way.
"Walker what are you doing?" Annaly asked putting her hand on his shoulder. It was an hour later and he was still sitting in the kitchen, six beer bottles on the table in front of him. All of which had been full and now were not so lucky.
"Havin' a drink." He snapped over the brown bottle as he raised to his lips. Then plunked it back on the table with a loud "bang" I'm. twenty four years old I'm old enough to drink you know."
"I know I've just never seen you have more then two beers before." She said her dark blue eyes beginning to glisten with the hurt she was feeling even though she knew he was only being so cold because he was drunk. The only time she had seen him drink that much was the day Evelyn died
"Yeah well there's a first time for everythin' " And with that he stormed off to his bed room slamming the door in the process.
"Guess we're not going to that picnic." Annaly mumbled under her breath.
"It's good to see you're in a better mood." She tilted her head up to kiss him
"All I needed was a good sleep. That couple yesterday had this twelve-year-old daughter and she was so spoiled all she did for the entire flight was scream about the new dress her mother bought her not being the right color." Danny pulled out the other kitchen chair to sit beside her.
"Let's hope Danny doesn't turn out like that."
"He won't."
"So what do you have planned for today Walker?"
"Well Rafe and I ain't booked today so figured I'll help him finish fixin' his plane up, then maybe take my love on a picnic by the creek."
"I think I like that idea. Do you want some breakfast?"
"No, Rafe's already at the hanger I'm go get started." Danny squeezed her shoulders and headed down out the rear door.
"I guess I can tell him tonight." She thought out loud.
It was late after noon now and the guys were still tinkering with the old crop duster that hadn't been used since Rafe's father owned. Brenda had borrowed the car and had just returned from town with a new book. As she stepped out of the car she noticed the mail carrier pulling up. She sauntered down the long dusty drive and pulled the mail from the box. The envelope was addressed to Danny, Rafe and Annaly and the return address was a Lt. Sandra Potter Pearl Harbor.
"Annaly you got a letter from Sandra Potter." Brenda handed it to her and Annaly raised her eyebrows.
She opened the latter read the first few lines and fell to the couch
"Oh my god."
Brenda jogged out of the house confused
"Danny, Rafe come quick."
Rafe's head shot up
"What, what is it?"
"Is it Danny?" His father worried
"No it's Annaly a letter came in from Sandra Porter or Potter or something she just sort crumbled over."
The three ran back in, in lightning speed. Danny walked over the Annaly taking the note in one hand and hers in the other. He read it aloud to Rafe in spite of the ink that had run from a mix of Sandra and Annaly's tears.
"Dear Rafe, Danny, Annaly
I'm writing this letter to tell you something very important. Colonel Doolittle came by the hospital today with some bad news. Mike, Red and Gooze's plane has been shot down. They're M.I.A. And presumed dead. I'm sorry to have to tell you this so close to your wedding Danny and Annaly but I just wanted you to know.
Sincerely,
Sandra"
"Oh no." Rafe moaned looking at the floor
"Come here honey." Danny took Annaly in his arms and let her cry on his shoulder.
"Who's Red, Mike and Gooze?" Brenda asked puzzled
"Our friends from Pearl." Danny asked swallowing the lump in his throat.
"Hey wait you can't go believin that they're dead. I mean hey look what happened to me." Rafe was trying to convince himself of this as much as he was them.
Danny got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen punching a whole in the wall on his way.
"Walker what are you doing?" Annaly asked putting her hand on his shoulder. It was an hour later and he was still sitting in the kitchen, six beer bottles on the table in front of him. All of which had been full and now were not so lucky.
"Havin' a drink." He snapped over the brown bottle as he raised to his lips. Then plunked it back on the table with a loud "bang" I'm. twenty four years old I'm old enough to drink you know."
"I know I've just never seen you have more then two beers before." She said her dark blue eyes beginning to glisten with the hurt she was feeling even though she knew he was only being so cold because he was drunk. The only time she had seen him drink that much was the day Evelyn died
"Yeah well there's a first time for everythin' " And with that he stormed off to his bed room slamming the door in the process.
"Guess we're not going to that picnic." Annaly mumbled under her breath.