"Mail call!" Klinger hooted one morning during breakfast.

"Good," B.J. said. "Peg hasn't sent me any letters all week."

"If you don't want her cookies I'll have them," said Hawkeye.

"Four for Hunnicutt, two for Pierce., two for the Colonel, one for the Major, and three for Jaclyn." Klinger passed out the mail. "And one package for you too, Jaclyn."

"A package?" I repeated as I checked the return address on the large box. "Oh no."

"Who's it from?" asked B.J.

"My lovely mother." I tore open the box.

The first thing I saw was a letter. I opened it.

Jaclyn:

These are your personal items. You may want them since I will not accept you back into my home.

Margaret, who was sitting next to me, asked, "What's in it?"

"Read this." I shoved the letter over to her and put my head in my hands.

As Margaret read it, the worried expression on her face turned to anger. "That woman is a-"

"I know," I said, cutting her off.

I weeded through the box. It had most of my things, but not my clothes.

"How convenient," I commented dryly. "I'll have to wear my fatigues the rest of my life."

"You will not," said Hawkeye.

"Mind if I read this out loud?" Margaret asked.

"Go ahead."

" 'Your clothes have been given to Goodwill, since you do not require them during your service in the military,' " read Margaret. " 'I'm sure the man you are currently seeing will purchase you new ones. Julia.' "

"My clothes to Goodwill!" I repeated. "How could she? Most of them I bought with my own money!"

"Another package," Klinger grunted as he staggered in with an even larger box. "It's from the same address with different handwriting."

I got up and pulled the tape off THAT box.

Inside were...

All my clothes and a letter from Elliot.

Dear Jaclyn,

Mom was having this big stint about sending all your clothes to Goodwill, so I rescued them for you. I hope that she doesn't mind her best bedsheets being gone in place of your clothes.

I burst out laughing. "Oh, thank you Elliot!" I cried. "And my shoes, too! It must have cost him a fortune to send all these over here."

"Is this CASHMERE?" Klinger gasped as he pulled out a cream-colored sweater.

I nodded. "It was a birthday present from Dad."

"It's beautiful."

'"It isn't your size."

I pulled out the rest of my clothes. (Since basically no one was in the mess tent, nobody minded.)

"He sent my shoes," I breathed with relief. I took the five pairs out of the box.

"Heels in a war zone," B.J. said with a chuckle.

"It worked for me," said guess who.

"We know," B.J. replied.

"I'll help you carry these things," Hawkeye said as he picked up a box. "Got your shoes?"

"Right here."

We traipsed out of the mess tent.

"I don't believe your mother," said Hawkeye.

"Neither do I." I felt hot tears come to my eyes. "I hate her."

A/N: Okay, not much action here, and not much romance! It'll come.

Ciao, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!.