BJ and Erin outside, Peg steals what moment she can to tackle the dishes. This is her time, her only chance for solitude, and if that means burying her arms in suds, she would do it.
Two dishes in, the phone rings. "Hunnicut residence."
The voice is gritty. "Hello? I'm looking for BJ Hunnicut. Tell him it's Hawkeye."
Peg pauses, arms dripping onto the floor. Edging to the side, she glances out the window, catching sight of a giggling Erin in her father's arms.
Three-thousand miles away, Hawkeye hears the distinct click of the phone, followed by a dial tone.