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Age 20, New Jersey
"Evelyn, Evelyn WAKE UP EVELYN!"
"Wha..?" she said groggily, as she half opened one eye to see Betty's huge blue ones staring back down at her, excitement dancing through them.
"C'me on, hurry!" said Betty again, and grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the bed.
"Ah, what a minute!" Evelyn cried and giggled, as she tried to untangle herself from the mess of sheets that were still wrapped around her legs.
As she stumbled out of the bed, she walked over to the window where Barbra and Betty were standing. Barbra had on one of her already famous sultry smiles and Betty was grinning ear from ear. As Evelyn placed her hands on the new gleeming window sill, and peered out, it didn't take her long to figure out what her two friends were grinning about.
The soldiers were starting to arrive.
.... That and they also noticed the three young women, soon to be the Nurses who would be taking care of them they all noted, at the window staring down at them.
Needless to say, the men that they were, got a little, shall we say happy.
Several men stood below the window and began to whistle up at them, and Barbra being Barbra took it upon herself to open the window, regardless to Evelyn's oh-god-don't-even look and Betty's embaressed giggles, and preceded to yell out to them.
This only caused more of them to try and gather beneath the window and they yelled up pitiful lines that ranged anywhere from, "Can I have your number, I think I lost mine" to "You know if we ever get in this war..." and of course, as anyone women in their right state of mind would, the three of them found it laughable, but that didn't stop Barbra from answering them back with witty lines of her own that she would soon be famous for, or Betty from giggling and blushing and giving little waves, and it didn't stop Evelyn from standing along with her two friends and grin down at them and laugh at their feeble attempts to charm them.
Hours later, after the soldiers, to Betty's dissapointment, all had to go along and start their own training the three girls had pondered apon a little cafe, and they sat chatting and sipping Cokes still laughing about the events of the earlier morning and talking happily about which man had the cutest eyes, who had the most done up hair, who was the most built.
One man in particular had stuck out in Evelyn's mind, he was very tall with ripped muscles, brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had stood along with a friend of his, with the rest of the mob, but Evelyn noticed something about him. Although he didn't try and yell along with them he simply stared up at her for a little while, not in a way to make her uncomfortable or violated, but in a way of interest, of almost, needing. As she allowed her eyes to match with his, he gave her a charming little smile and winked before strolling away with his bags swung over his shoulder.
"Hey Ev, are you ready to go?"
Blinking suddenly, and shaking her head a little, Evelyn said, "What? Oh, oh yes I'm ready." and stood up with Betty and Barbra and dug into the small red purse she had with her and dropped the money for her drink on the table top.
As the girls made their way back to their new home, Evelyn's mind was still stuck on that man and she couldn't for the life of her understand why. He hadn't spoken to her, and she could of sworn she had never seen him before. It just didn't seem make any sense.
Shrugging her shoulder's a bit, she tried to get his image out of her mind and carried on with the rest of the day normally and it wasn't until later that night, as she, Betty, and Barbra crawled into their beds and began to talk, that he again sprang into her mind.
Leaning over the side of her bed, Barbra grinned over in Evelyn's direction and said, "So Ev, what did ya think of that soldier who was eyein' ya?"
Trying to look naive, Evelyn said quickly, "What soldier? What do you mean?" but her feeble attempts at feigning innocence to the subject only made Barbra laugh and even Betty giggled.
"Oh c'me on Ev, we all saw him lookin' at you..." Barbra paused for effect and then added, "I believe I even found out his name earlier, when we came back from the cafe."
Trying to remain cascual, Evelyn merely shrugged a bit and then said, "Oh, oh really? Well umm, do you happen to remember what it was?"
Both girls grinned even bolder and Barbra then said, "Rafe, Rafe McCawley."
It was much later that night, when Barbra and Betty had long fallen into a peacful slumber, that Evelyn remembered it, that she remembered that time summer that seemed so long ago now...
~~~
"Papa?" she asked suddenly.
"Mhmm?"
"Who is R.M.?" she asked, pointing to the spot on the bench where the intials were engraved.
Nodding, he said, "Oh the McCawley boy, he lives a little while away from here, or did anyway. I hear he went off to join the navy, fly a plane, that kind of thing. He used to come here as a little boy and help with little things around the farm. Him and his little friend, Danny something or other, I think."
"Oh." she said and rose and the two walked back to the house in silence, Evelyn still thinking about that boy, man now she figured, R.M... Rafe McCawley. ~~~
Now, lying there in bed, her arms tucked under her pillow, the thin pale rose colored sheets placed idly around her feminine form, she realized it. What was that it you may ask? That this Rafe McCawley was going to be connected with her in a way that she could probably never escape.
But then another thought struck her, would she even want to?
*~Yes, one of my more odd chapters I know, but this is more of a connecting chapter so to speak, the next one will be more detailed and have better dialouge, but please review or else I doubt I'll add more for a while at least.*~
Age 20, New Jersey
"Evelyn, Evelyn WAKE UP EVELYN!"
"Wha..?" she said groggily, as she half opened one eye to see Betty's huge blue ones staring back down at her, excitement dancing through them.
"C'me on, hurry!" said Betty again, and grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the bed.
"Ah, what a minute!" Evelyn cried and giggled, as she tried to untangle herself from the mess of sheets that were still wrapped around her legs.
As she stumbled out of the bed, she walked over to the window where Barbra and Betty were standing. Barbra had on one of her already famous sultry smiles and Betty was grinning ear from ear. As Evelyn placed her hands on the new gleeming window sill, and peered out, it didn't take her long to figure out what her two friends were grinning about.
The soldiers were starting to arrive.
.... That and they also noticed the three young women, soon to be the Nurses who would be taking care of them they all noted, at the window staring down at them.
Needless to say, the men that they were, got a little, shall we say happy.
Several men stood below the window and began to whistle up at them, and Barbra being Barbra took it upon herself to open the window, regardless to Evelyn's oh-god-don't-even look and Betty's embaressed giggles, and preceded to yell out to them.
This only caused more of them to try and gather beneath the window and they yelled up pitiful lines that ranged anywhere from, "Can I have your number, I think I lost mine" to "You know if we ever get in this war..." and of course, as anyone women in their right state of mind would, the three of them found it laughable, but that didn't stop Barbra from answering them back with witty lines of her own that she would soon be famous for, or Betty from giggling and blushing and giving little waves, and it didn't stop Evelyn from standing along with her two friends and grin down at them and laugh at their feeble attempts to charm them.
Hours later, after the soldiers, to Betty's dissapointment, all had to go along and start their own training the three girls had pondered apon a little cafe, and they sat chatting and sipping Cokes still laughing about the events of the earlier morning and talking happily about which man had the cutest eyes, who had the most done up hair, who was the most built.
One man in particular had stuck out in Evelyn's mind, he was very tall with ripped muscles, brown hair and dark brown eyes. He had stood along with a friend of his, with the rest of the mob, but Evelyn noticed something about him. Although he didn't try and yell along with them he simply stared up at her for a little while, not in a way to make her uncomfortable or violated, but in a way of interest, of almost, needing. As she allowed her eyes to match with his, he gave her a charming little smile and winked before strolling away with his bags swung over his shoulder.
"Hey Ev, are you ready to go?"
Blinking suddenly, and shaking her head a little, Evelyn said, "What? Oh, oh yes I'm ready." and stood up with Betty and Barbra and dug into the small red purse she had with her and dropped the money for her drink on the table top.
As the girls made their way back to their new home, Evelyn's mind was still stuck on that man and she couldn't for the life of her understand why. He hadn't spoken to her, and she could of sworn she had never seen him before. It just didn't seem make any sense.
Shrugging her shoulder's a bit, she tried to get his image out of her mind and carried on with the rest of the day normally and it wasn't until later that night, as she, Betty, and Barbra crawled into their beds and began to talk, that he again sprang into her mind.
Leaning over the side of her bed, Barbra grinned over in Evelyn's direction and said, "So Ev, what did ya think of that soldier who was eyein' ya?"
Trying to look naive, Evelyn said quickly, "What soldier? What do you mean?" but her feeble attempts at feigning innocence to the subject only made Barbra laugh and even Betty giggled.
"Oh c'me on Ev, we all saw him lookin' at you..." Barbra paused for effect and then added, "I believe I even found out his name earlier, when we came back from the cafe."
Trying to remain cascual, Evelyn merely shrugged a bit and then said, "Oh, oh really? Well umm, do you happen to remember what it was?"
Both girls grinned even bolder and Barbra then said, "Rafe, Rafe McCawley."
It was much later that night, when Barbra and Betty had long fallen into a peacful slumber, that Evelyn remembered it, that she remembered that time summer that seemed so long ago now...
~~~
"Papa?" she asked suddenly.
"Mhmm?"
"Who is R.M.?" she asked, pointing to the spot on the bench where the intials were engraved.
Nodding, he said, "Oh the McCawley boy, he lives a little while away from here, or did anyway. I hear he went off to join the navy, fly a plane, that kind of thing. He used to come here as a little boy and help with little things around the farm. Him and his little friend, Danny something or other, I think."
"Oh." she said and rose and the two walked back to the house in silence, Evelyn still thinking about that boy, man now she figured, R.M... Rafe McCawley. ~~~
Now, lying there in bed, her arms tucked under her pillow, the thin pale rose colored sheets placed idly around her feminine form, she realized it. What was that it you may ask? That this Rafe McCawley was going to be connected with her in a way that she could probably never escape.
But then another thought struck her, would she even want to?
*~Yes, one of my more odd chapters I know, but this is more of a connecting chapter so to speak, the next one will be more detailed and have better dialouge, but please review or else I doubt I'll add more for a while at least.*~