"I don't want to live apart from you." Charlie looked her in the eyes.
"Don't do this Charlie." Carson said in a low growl.
"I'm not going to keep you and Greta apart. I'm just saying that we should find a apartment or house with three bedrooms. You two have the master of course and I'll have the second. We'll make sure to decorate the room with Greta's things; so when we have guests no one will be wiser." Charlie shrugged.
"That's not going to work." Carson shook her head. "Greta won't …."
"Greta will do whatever it takes to protect you." Charlie calmly said. "Just as I would. I'm not talking about having the bedroom next to one another. That's why we need a third bedroom. We'll find a place where the master bedroom is in a separate hallway from the two bedrooms."
"How are we going to explain why we are living with someone?" Carson shook her head.
"We have been married for seven years Carson. It's not like we are newlyweds. I mean times are still tough even through it is the year 1946. The war has just ended." He picked up his beer bottle. "Don't worry Carson. Nobody will think twice over you wanting to live with your teammate. It makes sense." He took a swing of the beer.
"I don't want to make any decisions without Greta." Carson's fingers twitched on the table. "I can't believe that I'm even discussing her with you without her being here. Without her even being aware that you know of us."
"From the very brief moment that I set eyes on her when I first surprised you in Rockford … I could tell that she wouldn't really …" He paused as his eyes drifted off to the past.
"She wouldn't really?" Carson asked confused on why Charlie stopped speaking.
Charlie swallowed. "Never mind."
Carson frowned darkly.
Charlie looked her straight in the eyes. "I agree with you that we shouldn't talk about Greta behind her back. Once we go to New York and meet up with her … and tell her our plan; and once we find a home for us … then I'll tell you the rest."