She sat at her makeshift vanity table and ran a brush through her shoulder length blonde hair. Although she pretended to be annoyed, the knock on her tent

door was a welcome distraction. She spoke without turning around.

"Frank? Is that you?"

Her smile surfaced as the sound of footsteps moved across the floor of her tent and she shivered at the touch of two lips on the back of her neck.

"Of course it's me, Honey! Were you expecting someone else?"

She laid the brush down and turned to him, smiling. "Cary Grant or Gregory Peck, maybe."

"Well, um… I could be those guys. I can be Cary Grant or Gregory Peck. Take your pick." He replied in that whimper she loved so much. He moved to kiss her

but, as often happened without warning, her mood changed.

"What do you want, Frank?" The question was terse.

"Um, well, you know how we always promised to keep in touch? You know, after the war?"

She could not hide her smile and her heart swelled with anticipation. This was it; the moment that she'd been waiting for, for years, certain that it would never

come. She'd dreamt of this moment time and time again. She'd imagined it happening over and over. The words he'd say, how those word would make her feel.

And now the dream was about to come true.

Her smile grew bigger and she reached for some perfume, spritzing it onto her neck. "Yes, Frank?"

When he reached into his pocket, her heart began to flutter and she made a tremendous effort to steady her trembling hand. She couldn't very well expect him

to slip an engagement ring onto her finger while she was shaking like a leaf.

There were so many things that she wanted to ask him, like how he felt to finally be free and (dare she think it) how his soon to be ex-wife and his daughters

would take the news. But none of that mattered at the moment.

He laughed out loud, confusing her. "Steady, Margaret! You're shaking!"

"Well, of course, Frank. This is a big moment, isn't it?"

"It sure is."

"Just try to calm down, all right? Just… imagine that you're in surgery and the patient's life is at stake."

"It usually is, Frank."

"Hardy har har!"

She tried not to be annoyed at the fact that he wasn't taking such a profound moment seriously, but that was Frank and with Frank Burns, she'd learned to take

what she got. But she had good reason to be annoyed. Their lives were about to change in the most gigantic way.

"Frank, I know this is difficult, but please… I want this to be memorable."

His eyebrows rose. "Memorable?"

"Yes!" the word left her mouth in a breathy sigh.

"Well, all right. But Darling, it's really not that big of a deal."

She shot to her feet. "WHAT? What do you mean it's not a big deal, Frank? It's a VERY big deal! An EXTREMELY big deal!"

He backed away, holding his hands up in surrender. "O-oh-Okay, Pumpkin, I suppose it is!"

Her smile returned. "Never mind. Where were we? Oh yes. Would you like me to sit or stand?"

"You can sit. Or you can stand. I don't care."

"Frank! Don't you have any feelings for me at all?" She shrieked.

"O-of course I have feelings for you! You and my.. wife."

"YOUR WIFE? HOW DARE YOU! How long are you going to keep up this charade, Frank? If I'm not mistaken, what you're about to do is illegal, not to mention

dissolute!"

His eyes widened. "It is? Are you sure?"

"WELL OF COURSE I'M SURE! HAVE YOU NO MORALS?" Her face was flushed with rage. He was ruining what should have been a beautiful moment.

"Margaret, you should know me well enough by now to know that I don't!"

She crossed her arms. "That's what I thought."

"About what?"

As usual, he was clueless and she questioned her love for him yet again.

"Um, Margaret. Don't you want to see what I brought you?"

Her heart fluttered and she smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Maybe.