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Hawkeye and Margaret left for Johnny's restaurant.
As Julia and Tommy ran off to play, Dickie stared thoughtfully into the distance.
"You see the same thing?" asked Toby of his friend.
"Yep," answered Dickie.
"Nice to know that I'm not a loner here," said Toby.
"What are you talking about honey?" asked Jane.
"A bet; that Hawkeye Pierce is head over heels in love with Margaret Houlihan and that he'll ask her to marry him in six months," predicted Toby.
"How did you get there?" asked Jane.
"I've had an inkling ever since he came home raving about her. He hasn't been out with a girl since coming back, and he's at a loss for words, he blushes like a stricken cowgirl and when she's not looking at him, his mask drops and it's 'God help me, I love her,'" summed up Toby.
"And, don't they remind you of Daniel and his wife-God bless her- when they were younger," said Dickie thoughtfully.
"Yeah. At any rate, Hawk's totally out of words and totally out of his depth here. He's never felt like that about anyone else, not even Carlye Breslin. With Carlye, it was an infatuation, a severe one I'll grant you, but an infatuation," said Toby.
"At a loss for words? He's speaking a million words a minute," said Hannah.
"With Hawk, that means he's totally at a loss for words. He's babbling," said Toby.
"Don't meddle with them Tob," admonished Jane.
"I won't, unless matters get out of hand. He has six months, and if he hasn't asked her by then, I'll pound some sense into him," said Toby fiercely.
Dickie winced and put a hand to his head.
"It works Jane, believe me it works," he said ruefully.
"He comes in, face like thunder, grabs my collar and pounds me against the wall. He says what the hell are you bloody doing? You should be married to Hannah already! Get the picture?" said Dickie.
"I always wondered why you had that bandage on Dickie," said Hannah.
"So, is it the best lobster you've ever tasted?" said Hawkeye.
"Yeah, tons better that Boston's," said Margaret.
"Want Johnny's special beverage? It's wine, but really goes well," said Hawkeye.
"Yeah, but you have a limit buddy. No more than two glasses," said Margaret sternly.
"Oh Margaret! You take all the fun out of the Lobster Festival," whined Hawkeye.
"Let me be frank with you Hawkeye-"
"Please don't be Frank Margaret. You're lot more beautiful than he is," said Hawkeye jokingly.
"Hawk, it's been great here. I really appreciate it. But if you get drunk and I get drunk, it's an almost foregone conclusion that we'll do something we'll regret," said Margaret quietly.
"I know. I haven't been drunk since the first week here. We have a lot of alcohol, that's true, but we don't drink it all. Most of it is for friends," said Hawkeye.
"Now that's settled, let's have a glass," said Margaret.
"Johnny! Two specials please," said Hawkeye.
"Sure Dr Hawk. Say, your old man's back in town, he's at the house and heading this way. So, make it three glasses?" asked Johnny.
"Yeah thanks Johnny," said Hawkeye.
A man walked into the restaurant and wended his way to their table.
"Dad! How was Mexico?" asked Hawkeye, standing up and giving his father a hug. Hawkeye was the picture of his dad, except that Daniel's hair was nearly white and the laugh lines on Daniel's face were more pronounced.
"Good son. Who's this?" asked Daniel Pierce.
"Margaret Houlihan, meet my dad, Daniel Pierce," introduced Hawkeye.
"How are you Margaret?" asked Daniel.
"Good thanks Mr Pierce. It's good to hear that Mexico was good," said Margaret.
"Johnny's specials coming right up folks! One for Dr Dan, one for Dr Hawk, and one for Dr Hawk's girlfriend, Margaret," said Johnny.
"Johnny, she's not my girlfriend. Just ignore Toby Wilder," said Hawkeye.
"Yes Dr Hawk," said Johnny.
"So, Margaret, how do you like Crabapple Cove so far?" asked Daniel.
"It's great Mr Pierce. Now I know why Hawk was raving about the three colours, sky blue, blue-green and green," said Margaret.
"Yes, he loves his home. By the way Margaret, it's just Daniel. Everyone calls me Dan, Dr Dan or Daniel. Take your pick," said Daniel.
"Ok Dr Dan," said Margaret.
JUST LIKE LOVE-STRUCK KIDS
"Wanna see Dumbo Margaret? It's really good," said Hawkeye after dinner.
"Yeah, sure," answered Margaret.
"C'mon. Hey, want some popcorn?" asked Hawkeye, leading her into the lounge.
"Yeah thanks," replied Margaret.
Hawkeye set up the video and brought in popcorn.
They watched until they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Daniel smiled and turned off the telly. As he left, he threw a blanket over the pair.
WELL, SEE YA LATER
The week was up. Margaret and Hawkeye had had a ball of a time, with pillow fights, games, teasing, the Lobster Festival and the beach.
"Hey, thanks Hawk. It's been great," said Margaret, as they walked up the stairs of her apartment.
"No problem. Any time you wanna come over, you're more than welcome. Crabapple Cove really liked having you around," said Hawkeye gently.
The door opened as they reached the apartment.
"Hello Mr Pierce!" said Katie.
"Just Hawkeye please, uh, Katie," said Hawkeye.
"See ya Hawk, thanks for having me," said Margaret, noting Hawkeye's discomfort.
"Yeah, see ya Margaret. Any time," said Hawkeye smiling.
Hawkeye walked down the stairs quickly.
"So how was it?" asked Emily.
"Good, the lobster was great," answered Margaret.
"Did you and him, you know," asked Cathy.
"Eat heaps of lobsters? Yeah," said Margaret deliberately misunderstanding.
The three girls rolled their eyes.