I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
Margaret sat up in bed. Her breathing was shallow and raspy as she looked around the room, and took in her surroundings. The walls were sturdier than canvas, and the closest was a decent size. The alarm clock on her night table read 3:30 a.m. She was safe in America. It was the same dream again. 'There must be something to this' she thought, as she calmed down. It was the third night in a row she had had the same dream. It was she and Hawkeye in the bombed out shelter. He was kissing her just like he had then, only this time he was telling her how much he needed her, how much he loved her. She got up and started to get dressed.
If there was one advantage of leaving the army, it was that she had a lot of free time as she looked for a job. A wave of nervousness hit her stomach like a tidal wave. What would she find when she hit Crabapple Cove? It had been two months since the kiss they had shared in Korea. Was it a wasted trip? She didn't even have his address, never mind his phone number. She shook her head as she started the car. This definitely proved she had lost it. The old Margaret that was sent to Korea would never have done this, not to mention without any planning or thought.
Each nerve started to flutter all the more with each passing mile. What if she was making a fool of herself? Had she read into that kiss more than what actually existed? As she examined her feelings, she realized she loved Hawkeye. She certainly wouldn't be doing this if she didn't. Would he feel the same? She started to regret all those times she had put up a wall. If she had only allowed him to get closer, she wouldn't be having these questions now.
She passes a sign that said "Welcome TO Maine" with a bright red lobster at the bottom. She wondered if everyone in the state loved lobster as much as Hawkeye did, or any seafood for that matter. Her heart sped up as she made her exit onto the state route that would take her right into downtown Crabapple, if there was such a thing. "I hope you know what you're doing," Margaret," she said to herself as she grew closer. She had never dreamed seeing Hawkeye would draw such a two edged sword. She wanted to see him, be hugged by him, see that smile again, and let him know exactly how she felt. Yet she hoped the journey would last forever as part of her worried it wouldn't turn out the way she wanted it to. He could have moved to another city, or worse, in with another woman.
She pulled up to a little café. At the counter she asked for a Coke and a local phone book. "Who are you hoping to find honey?" Shirley, the waitress, asked. "An old army friend." "Well ain't that something. My husband Daniel's boy just returned from Korea." "Your husband Daniel? Daniel Pierce?" "Well he ain't my husband just yet. We were waiting for his boy to get home so he could be at the wedding. We're all set though to get hitched next Friday." "Congratulations," Margaret said, as she took a sip of Coke. "You wouldn't by chance know Hawkeye?" "Landsakes, he's only going to be my stepson. I don't know why I didn't put it together before. That boy is just like his daddy, always bringing the ladies." "Always?" "Say my shifts about over, and the menfolk are coming over to my house for dinner. Why don't you just come to my house a spell and you can really surprise Hawkeye."
She paced back and forth on the back porch. The grandfather clock chimed the hour. IT was six. They would be here any minute now. "Stop pacing honey. Why don't you give the salad a few extra tosses? At least it'll be something productive." "I'm just really nervous. It's been so long since I've seen Hawkeye." "Don't worry honey. I know he remembers you." "Really?" "He's mentioned you once or twice?" she said with a wink.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
Margaret sat up in bed. Her breathing was shallow and raspy as she looked around the room, and took in her surroundings. The walls were sturdier than canvas, and the closest was a decent size. The alarm clock on her night table read 3:30 a.m. She was safe in America. It was the same dream again. 'There must be something to this' she thought, as she calmed down. It was the third night in a row she had had the same dream. It was she and Hawkeye in the bombed out shelter. He was kissing her just like he had then, only this time he was telling her how much he needed her, how much he loved her. She got up and started to get dressed.
If there was one advantage of leaving the army, it was that she had a lot of free time as she looked for a job. A wave of nervousness hit her stomach like a tidal wave. What would she find when she hit Crabapple Cove? It had been two months since the kiss they had shared in Korea. Was it a wasted trip? She didn't even have his address, never mind his phone number. She shook her head as she started the car. This definitely proved she had lost it. The old Margaret that was sent to Korea would never have done this, not to mention without any planning or thought.
Each nerve started to flutter all the more with each passing mile. What if she was making a fool of herself? Had she read into that kiss more than what actually existed? As she examined her feelings, she realized she loved Hawkeye. She certainly wouldn't be doing this if she didn't. Would he feel the same? She started to regret all those times she had put up a wall. If she had only allowed him to get closer, she wouldn't be having these questions now.
She passes a sign that said "Welcome TO Maine" with a bright red lobster at the bottom. She wondered if everyone in the state loved lobster as much as Hawkeye did, or any seafood for that matter. Her heart sped up as she made her exit onto the state route that would take her right into downtown Crabapple, if there was such a thing. "I hope you know what you're doing," Margaret," she said to herself as she grew closer. She had never dreamed seeing Hawkeye would draw such a two edged sword. She wanted to see him, be hugged by him, see that smile again, and let him know exactly how she felt. Yet she hoped the journey would last forever as part of her worried it wouldn't turn out the way she wanted it to. He could have moved to another city, or worse, in with another woman.
She pulled up to a little café. At the counter she asked for a Coke and a local phone book. "Who are you hoping to find honey?" Shirley, the waitress, asked. "An old army friend." "Well ain't that something. My husband Daniel's boy just returned from Korea." "Your husband Daniel? Daniel Pierce?" "Well he ain't my husband just yet. We were waiting for his boy to get home so he could be at the wedding. We're all set though to get hitched next Friday." "Congratulations," Margaret said, as she took a sip of Coke. "You wouldn't by chance know Hawkeye?" "Landsakes, he's only going to be my stepson. I don't know why I didn't put it together before. That boy is just like his daddy, always bringing the ladies." "Always?" "Say my shifts about over, and the menfolk are coming over to my house for dinner. Why don't you just come to my house a spell and you can really surprise Hawkeye."
She paced back and forth on the back porch. The grandfather clock chimed the hour. IT was six. They would be here any minute now. "Stop pacing honey. Why don't you give the salad a few extra tosses? At least it'll be something productive." "I'm just really nervous. It's been so long since I've seen Hawkeye." "Don't worry honey. I know he remembers you." "Really?" "He's mentioned you once or twice?" she said with a wink.