{"id":1070,"date":"2019-02-10T22:05:00","date_gmt":"2019-02-11T03:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/read.whitefire-publishing.com\/?p=1070"},"modified":"2020-07-28T17:46:52","modified_gmt":"2020-07-28T21:46:52","slug":"string-of-pearls","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/string-of-pearls\/","title":{"rendered":"String of Pearls"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-media-text alignwide\"><figure class=\"wp-block-media-text__media\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" src=\"http:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135705\/String-of-Pearls.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-124\" srcset=\"https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135705\/String-of-Pearls.png 500w, https:\/\/readmedia.s3.amazonaws.com\/read\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/07\/23135705\/String-of-Pearls-300x200.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/figure><div class=\"wp-block-media-text__content\">\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading\">String of Pearls<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p>by&nbsp;<a href=\"https:\/\/www.whitefire-publishing.com\/authors\/melody-carlson\/\">Melody Carlson<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> By 1943 the world is in the thick of war and the home-front continues to play a vital role. The Mulligans of San Francisco do their part in the war effort, but hardships and deprivations are taking a toll and each the four Mulligan sisters are tested in their own way. The war years urge young Molly to grow up quickly. Besides playing <a class=\"wpil_keyword_link\" href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/?s=family\" title=\"family\">family<\/a> &#8216;war correspondent,&#8217; Molly manages the victory garden, finishes high school, and takes an internship at the newspaper. Meanwhile Bridget, an Army nurse in a dangerous region of the South Pacific, is attracted to a young doctor but so are all the other nurses. Margaret runs the family store, but suffers the loneliness of a single parent as she cares for her young son and frets for the welfare of her husband Brian as he serves on the European front. As an up-and-coming movie star, Colleen&#8217;s life might appear glamorous, but film making comes with its challenges she tries to conceal her grief over her lost flyer as she helps out in the famous Hollywood Canteen. Each of the Mulligan sisters grow stronger more capable as the war wages on working and hoping and praying for victory. <\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class='et-learn-more clearfix'>\n\t\t\t\t\t<h3 class='heading-more'>Chapter 1<span class='et_learnmore_arrow'><span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class='learn-more-content'><p><em>January 1943<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly\nwas flying high as the airplane landed in San Francisco, but as she disembarked\nthe sleek silver craft, she felt a definite letdown. It wasn\u2019t that she didn\u2019t\nwant to see Mam and Dad again, as well as Margaret and the baby, but she wasn\u2019t\nthe least bit eager to return to her \u201cnormal life.\u201d Not that she\u2019d wanted to\nremain in Hollywood forever\u2026but any excuse not to return to high school seemed\na good excuse. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly wasn\u2019t even excited about seeing her\n\u201cfriend\u201d Dottie anymore. Back in the old days, she would\u2019ve been eager to tell\nDottie all about her Hollywood visit. But Dottie had been dating Bill Brimfield\nsince last fall\u2014she was head over heels for the guy\u2014and Bill was Charlie\nStockton\u2019s best friend\u2026and Charlie was a dirty rat! As a result, Dottie and\nMolly had been a bit estranged. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The wind whipped against Molly and, tightening\nthe belt of her wool trench coat, she waved at Margaret, hurrying across the\ntarmac toward her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWelcome home, world traveler!\u201d Margaret hugged\nMolly, kissing her on the cheek. \u201cI missed you, baby sister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThank you\u2014and thanks for picking me up.\u201d She\nlinked her arm in Margaret\u2019s as they scurried over to the terminal. Molly\ncouldn\u2019t help but wonder whether Margaret had truly missed her or simply missed\nher help as her part-time nanny. \u201cWhere\u2019s Baby Peter?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWith Mam at the store. It was too cold to bring\nhim out.\u201d Margaret slowly shook her head. \u201cAnd I hate to admit it, but I don\u2019t\nmind having a little time off from motherhood. I never knew that babies could\nbe so demanding.\u201d She turned to peer at Molly. \u201cBut forget about that and tell\nme everything. How was Hollywood? Did you see anyone famous? Did Colleen let\nyou go to the movie set with her? And has she heard anything from Geoff? Did\nyou\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSlow down.\u201d Molly held up a hand. \u201cI can\u2019t\nanswer everything at once.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSorry. It\u2019s just been so quiet around here lately.\nAnd I\u2019m curious about life down there.\u201d She scowled. \u201cTo be perfectly honest, I\nwas a little envious over your visit. Just this morning, I found myself wishing\nI were in your shoes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThen you\u2019d be the one sitting in Mr. Barnes\u2019\nboring old algebra class tomorrow.\u201d Molly grimaced. If only she could trade\nplaces with Margaret!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As they collected her luggage, Molly described\nColleen\u2019s compact apartment. But, not wanting to feed her sister\u2019s envy, she\nplayed down the modern appliances in the kitchen, trying to make the place sound\nless glamorous than it actually was. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cSo it\u2019s really tiny then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes\u2026although the grounds are pretty. And\nthere\u2019s a swimming pool,\u201d Molly confessed as they hurried across the parking\nlot. \u201cBut I only used it once. It really wasn\u2019t hot enough to enjoy a swim.\u201d\nShe shivered. \u201cAlthough it was a whole lot warmer than here.\u201d She smiled at\nMargaret. \u201cBy the way, happy New Year. Did you do anything special last night?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe had the Hammonds over. They stayed up until\nmidnight, playing bridge and merry making like old people do. But I was a party\npooper. I went to bed with Baby Peter.\u201d Margaret sighed as they put the luggage\ninto the trunk. \u201cMy life must sound terribly boring. I bet you and Colleen had\nfun. What did you girls do last night?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe went to the Canteen!\u201d Molly couldn\u2019t hide\nher enthusiasm now. \u201cIt was my third time to visit\u2014but it was still absolutely\namazing, Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou mean the Hollywood Canteen? That\u2019s like a\nUSO club, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes. It\u2019s for the servicemen down there. But\nit\u2019s so glamorous! So exciting! Naturally, Colleen insisted on dressing me up.\nI got to wear this dreamy satin gown of midnight blue with silver sequins\naround the neckline. Someone from her agency gave it to her when she did her\nscreen test. But, honestly, I felt just like a starlet in it. Colleen warned me\nthat since it was New Year\u2019s Eve, the Canteen would be crawling with\ncelebrities. Mostly starlets, of course. Although I nearly fell out of my\nshoes\u2014rather, Colleen\u2019s shoes\u2014when James Stewart walked in.\u201d Molly fanned\nherself like she was swooning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo kidding? James Stewart was really there?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIn his air force uniform.\u201d Molly let out a loud\nsigh. \u201cSo handsome! And he had Hedy Lamarr on one arm and Judy Garland on the\nother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHis costars from <em>Zigfield Girl<\/em>,\u201d Margaret said in an awed tone. \u201cOh my! I just love\nJimmy Stewart.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cColleen begged me not to gape at him.\u201d Molly\nlaughed. \u201cBelieve me, that was not easy. Oh, you should\u2019ve seen the lineup of\nstarlets coming through the door, Margaret\u2014all dressed to the nines. Lana\nTurner, Ava Gardner, Joan Fontaine, just to name a few. Honestly, it was hard not\nto stare. But I did my best not to embarrass Colleen.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, my goodness! I\u2019m sure I would\u2019ve made a\ncomplete fool of myself.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t think anyone guessed I\u2019m still in high\nschool. And the servicemen I danced with assumed I was an actress too.\u201d She\ngiggled. \u201cAnd since it made them happy to think that I was famous, I sort of\njust went along with it. I mean, I didn\u2019t lie\u2014I did tell them my real name. But\nif they acted like they recognized me from the silver screen, I simply kept my\nmouth shut.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat must\u2019ve been so fun!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd, oh yeah, I got to meet Miss Bette Davis\ntoo. You know she really helped to get the Canteen going in the first place.\nShe\u2019s such a nice lady.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDid you actually speak to her?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell, just barely. She was pretty busy\u2014but she\nwas very polite to me, treated me like I was just as famous as any of them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt all sounds like a dream. I still can\u2019t\nbelieve our own Colleen is really an actress, living in Hollywood\u2026making a\nmotion picture.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou know what was the most fun about being at\nthe Canteen?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cJust seeing all those servicemen. You know how\nthey always look so strong and capable in their uniforms, so devoted to the war\neffort. But then I\u2019d catch one of them being star-struck by an actress. It\u2019s\nhard to explain, but it was really sweet. It made them seem so human.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell, of course they\u2019re human.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know. But I usually think of servicemen as\nbeing so mature and grown-up. You know how those uniforms make them seem so suave\nand polished, but last night I got to thinking about how a lot of them were\nbarely older than me. For all we know, they could\u2019ve been fresh off the farm,\nbarely out of high school, the kid working at the local gas station last week.\nAnd now they\u2019re getting ready to head off to war.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s true.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut last night, I was watching them more\nclosely. Like when this sailor came in and instantly recognized Rita Hayworth.\u201d\nShe chuckled. \u201cIt reminded me of a <em>Loony\nTunes<\/em> cartoon. Like when Daffy Duck\u2019s eyes pop out of his head.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Margaret laughed. \u201cI can just imagine that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd last night, I got seriously worried that a young\nsailor I\u2019d been talking to was about to faint when Judy Garland asked him to\ndance. The poor guy was totally speechless and barely breathing. I had to\npractically push him into her arms. Fortunately, she caught him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They both laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDid you take any photographs?\u201d Margaret asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cColleen wouldn\u2019t let me take my camera to the Canteen,\nbut I got lots of other pictures of Hollywood. I can\u2019t wait to get them\ndeveloped.\u201d She let out a happy sigh. \u201cI just loved being down there with her,\nMargaret. Don\u2019t tell Mam and Dad, but I really didn\u2019t want to come home today.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Margaret looked slightly alarmed now. \u201cDon\u2019t\ntell me you\u2019ve got the Hollywood bug now! Are you thinking about becoming an\nactress too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly shook her head. \u201cNo, of course not. That\nwasn\u2019t it at all. I just liked feeling, well, sort of grown-up\u2026you know?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Margaret scowled. \u201cDon\u2019t be so eager to grow up,\nMolly. It\u2019s not nearly as much fun as you\u2019re imagining.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly considered this. Maybe adulthood wasn\u2019t\nfun for Margaret, but Molly felt fairly certain that Colleen was having a good\ntime. And the idea of leaving her immature high school peers behind her was extremely\nenticing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat about Geoff, Molly? You haven\u2019t mentioned\nhim. Has Colleen heard anything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly grimly shook her head. \u201cNot a word. And\nshe even called Geoff\u2019s mother last night, to wish her Happy New Year\u2026but no\nnews.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cPoor Colleen. As relieved as we were to learn that\nGeoff survived getting shot down, it\u2019s horrible to imagine him in a Japanese\nprison camp right now. Honestly, I just shudder to think about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know. And I could tell that, even though\nColleen doesn\u2019t talk much about it, she\u2019s worried for him. I pray for Geoff\nevery night. Actually\u2026I pray for everyone I know that\u2019s serving overseas. I\nhate to admit it, but every time I read the news lately, well, it sounds worse\nthan before. Sometimes it feels like we\u2019re fighting the devil himself. I don\u2019t\nunderstand how there can be so much evil in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know. Hard as I try, I still can\u2019t take too\nmuch news. I don\u2019t want to be an ostrich with her head in the sand, but a\nlittle bit goes a long way with me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;Molly\nknew how anxious Margaret could get over the war. Mam too. Certainly it wasn\u2019t\neasy for any of them, knowing their loved ones were right in the thick of the\nfighting. \u201cDid we get any letters while I was gone?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWe got a nice one from Bridget. It was short, because\nshe said they\u2019d been very busy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sure there must be a lot of wounded\nservicemen in her area.\u201d Molly had just read the newspaper on her flight.\nThere\u2019d been many devastating battles near the Philippines\u2014the number of lives\nlost, as well as the wounded, was overwhelming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDespite the workload, Bridget sounded in good\nspirits. She really loves nursing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat about Brian?\u201d Molly asked tentatively. She\nknew that Margaret\u2019s greatest anxiety was probably related to her husband.\nBrian was serving in the army, where his unit, the Mulligans suspected, had\nbeen recently relocated to North Africa. According to the news, the fighting\nthere was fierce.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI haven\u2019t heard from him since the V-mail I got\nbefore Peter\u2019s christening.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s probably got his hands full.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ll be pleased to know you\u2019ve got a letter\nfrom Patrick waiting for you, Molly. I actually had to control Mrs. Hammond\nfrom opening it last night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly blinked. \u201cReally? She would open someone\nelse\u2019s mail?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cProbably not. But she hinted that since it was\nfrom her son, she should have the right to read it. Anyway, I put it in your\nroom. Of course, that probably just made her even more curious.\u201d Margaret\nchuckled. \u201cHonestly, she was acting like you and Patrick have some kind of\nsecret <a class=\"wpil_keyword_link\" href=\"https:\/\/whitefire-publishing.com\/read\/a-closer-look-at-christian-romance\/\" title=\"romance\">romance<\/a> going on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, not\u2014not really!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&nbsp;\u201cI\nreminded her that you\u2019re not even seventeen yet. And that Patrick is seven\nyears your senior! Of course, Mr. Hammond simply pointed out that he\u2019s nine\nyears older than Mrs. Hammond.\u201d She glanced at Molly with a slightly suspicious\nlook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Instead of responding to this, Molly began to\ntell Margaret about visiting the movie studio with Colleen. \u201cIt was so\ninteresting to see the sets and how they make films.\u201d She described how the\nscenery worked. \u201cIn person you can easily tell that it\u2019s fake, but when you see\nit on film, it looks real.\u201d She explained how a cinematographer actually let\nher look through his camera lens. \u201cYou know, Margaret, if I did get bitten by\nthe Hollywood bug, it would be to control one of those huge movie cameras. Now\nthat would be fun.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you mind if we go straight to the store?\u201d\nMargaret asked as she turned down Market Street. \u201cI told Mam I would stop by\nthere first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot at all. I\u2019m surprised the store\u2019s even open\ntoday. Isn\u2019t New Year\u2019s Day usually a holiday?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt always has been for us. But Dad insisted on\nopening. He got it into his head that we could get some new customers by being\nopen when everyone else was closed. And I have to admit that we\u2019ve been somewhat\nbusy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly suspected Dad was getting overly concerned\nabout finances again. She knew that, despite Colleen\u2019s help with Margaret\u2019s\nhospital bills related to Peter\u2019s birth, their family\u2019s finances were still in\nperil. She\u2019d never heard real numbers, but she knew that Dad\u2019s long stay in the\ntuberculosis sanitarium had set them back considerably. \u201cAnd I can work at the\nstore this afternoon,\u201d Molly offered. \u201cSo you and Baby Peter can go home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo, that\u2019s okay. I plan to stay and work on the\nbooks this afternoon. But, if you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019d like you to take Dad home\nwith you.\u201d Margaret frowned as she turned down the back alley behind the store.\n\u201cI don\u2019t want to alarm you, Molly, but Dad didn\u2019t seem too well this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, no\u2014it\u2019s not TB again, is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo, no. I don\u2019t think so. I mean, after all, he\ngot a clean bill of health last fall.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhat was wrong then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHe just seemed a bit pale.\u201d Margaret turned off\nthe engine. \u201cNaturally, he played it down. Dad said he was worn out from\nstaying up too late last night. But I\u2019m not so sure. It seemed he had trouble\ncatching his breath after he carried a case of green beans out of the backroom.\nAnyway, I don\u2019t want to make scene, but I hope you can talk him into going home\nwith you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll do my best.\u201d Molly felt a rush of concern.\nShe had enjoyed getting closer to Dad over the past several months. She\nrelished their chess games and discussions about the war and perusing the atlas\ntogether. What if his TB were back? 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Goodness knows that California has plenty of\ngasoline.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s not why it\u2019s being rationed,\u201d Molly\npointed out. \u201cI just read an article about it, Mam. It has to do with rubber\nshortages.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut why ration gas then?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThere\u2019s a simple reason.\u201d Dad pulled on his\nwinter coat. \u201cThe government decided the best way to conserve rubber was to\nlimit automobile use. What better way to do that than by limiting our\ngasoline?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut why is there a rubber shortage?\u201d Mam asked\nabsently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBecause the tropical countries that produce\nrubber are caught in the middle of this war,\u201d Molly reminded her. \u201cIn the\nPacific and Malaysia.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, yes, I suppose I hadn\u2019t thought of that.\u201d\nMam nodded. \u201cThat does make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad put on his hat. \u201cDon\u2019t forget to add the\nright portion of fat when you grind the beef and make\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you worry yourself, Riley.\u201d Mam gently\nnudged him toward the back door. \u201cI know how to grind beef, old man. I\u2019ve been\ndoing it since I was a girl.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad kissed Mam good-bye, but he and Molly were\nbarely out the door when he held out his hand for the keys, insisting on\ndriving. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cBut I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThe doctor never said I can\u2019t drive,\u201d he said\nsharply. \u201cThat was your mother and sister\u2019s doing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly wasn\u2019t too sure about this, but deciding\nthat driving the short trip home would do him no harm\u2014and possibly lift his\nspirits\u2014Molly surrendered the keys. Dad smiled as he got behind the wheel, but when\nhe turned in the opposite direction of their neighborhood, Molly felt a wave of\nconcern. \u201cAre you taking a different route home?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWorried about wasting gas?\u201d He continued\ndriving in the wrong direction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She shrugged. \u201cNo. Just curious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo you think your old dad is lost?\u201d His tone\nwas teasing but his expression seemed sober. \u201cOr losing his senses?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNo, not at all. You know San Francisco better\nthan anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He just nodded and continued driving south.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhere <em>are<\/em>\nyou going?\u201d she asked cautiously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cJust a little side trip.\u201d His expression grew\nserious. \u201cSomewhere I need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAre you feeling all right, Dad?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh, sure\u2026I just need to pay someone a little\nvisit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly frowned, trying to determine who Dad knew\non this side of town\u2014a friend he could pop in on unexpectedly. \u201cUh\u2026who do you\nwant to visit?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There was a long silence as he waited at a\nstoplight before finally he answered. \u201cYour brother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOh\u2026\u201d Molly didn\u2019t know what to say as he turned\ndown the street that led toward the Golden Gate National Cemetery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve not been to Peter\u2019s gravesite. Not even once.\nAnd it\u2019s been troubling me.\u201d He glanced at her. \u201cDo you know where his stone is\nlocated, Molly Girl?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYes.\u201d She slowly nodded. \u201cBut are you sure\nyou\u2019re up for the walk, Dad? It\u2019s a little ways to it. And it\u2019s pretty cold and\nwindy out today. We could always go another time and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI want to go today,\u201d he declared. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As they got out of the car, Molly tried not to\nconsider what Margaret would say to this unplanned expedition. Here she\u2019d\nexpected Molly to get Dad safely home to rest\u2026and now they were outside walking\nthrough the damp chilly air through the National Cemetery. Still, what could\nMolly do? Weren\u2019t children supposed to respect their parents?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI still find it hard to believe that he\u2019s gone sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know.\u201d She sighed. \u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI thought it would help to come here. I\u2019d meant\nto come here on December seventh, the anniversary of his death, but there was\ntoo much going on\u2026 And truth be told, I think that was a difficult day for all\nof us.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s only natural you\u2019d want to see his\nmemorial stone.\u201d Molly reached for Dad\u2019s hand. Then, surprised at how cold it\nfelt, even through her gloves, she wrapped her fingers more snugly around his.\nShe wanted to suggest they walk faster to stay warm, but remembering what\nMargaret had said about him being tired, she let him set the pace. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYour brother was a fine young man,\u201d Dad said\nquietly as they strolled down a path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMy only son.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMy only brother,\u201d she said softly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s hard to accept that he\u2019s really not coming\nhome again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d She sighed, leading him past a tidy row\nof identical carved stones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cParents should never outlive their children,\nMolly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She didn\u2019t know how to respond to that, and so\nshe simply nodded, grasping his hand more tightly. \u201cIt\u2019s right over there.\u201d She\npointed to the section. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI realize that Peter isn\u2019t really here,\u201d he\nsaid slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know. But I\u2019ve come here too, Dad, hoping to\nmake a connection with him.\u201d She paused in front of Peter\u2019s stone. It was the\nsame dull gray color as the sky. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad stood in front of the marker, just staring\ndown at it\u2026with such a sad expression that Molly felt her own eyes filling with\ntears. Dad released her hand and, kneeling down before the stone, leaned\nforward to brush a dead leaf away from Peter\u2019s name. Molly knelt beside him,\nwrapping an arm around Dad\u2019s shoulders and wishing for something to say\u2026something\nto comfort him. But no words came to her. And so she simply waited. But as she\nwaited, she realized how frail her father felt beneath his thin woolen overcoat.\nA shadow of the big strong man she\u2019d grown up with. But was it any wonder,\nconsidering what their family had gone through this past year?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As she listened to Dad\u2019s quiet, choked sobs, she\nrealized her own face was wet. Extracting a handkerchief from her coat pocket,\nshe wiped her tears then handed it to him. He blotted his cheeks and then\nslowly, with her help, got to his feet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThank you,\u201d he said in a husky voice. He handed\nthe damp handkerchief back to her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI can understand you wanting to come here, to\nsee Peter\u2019s stone in person,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cBut the truth is I can feel\nPeter\u2019s presence more in other places.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cOther places?\u201d Dad\u2019s brow creased.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cLike Golden Gate Park\u2026or the Presidio\u2026or the\nzoo\u2026 or even just our neighborhood and home. You know\u2014the places where we spent\ntime with Peter. Places we know he loved.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad nodded. \u201cThat makes sense.\u201d He pulled his coat\ncollar more snugly around his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly shivered. \u201cIt\u2019s really cold out, Dad.\nLet\u2019s get back to the car.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He put an arm around her now. \u201cYes, we\u2019d best do\nthat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Neither of them spoke as they walked, a bit more\nquickly, back to the car. To Molly\u2019s relief, Dad didn\u2019t argue when she took the\nkeys from him. Fortunately, the car was warmer than the winter air and, after\nshe started the engine, she reached into the backseat for the lap robe. Tucking\nit around her dad\u2019s legs, she noticed that, not only did he look pale, but his\nlips seemed almost blue. \u201cI think you got colder than you realized out there,\u201d\nshe said as she turned up the heater. \u201cLet\u2019s get you home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As she drove through town, Dad sat quietly. To\nfill the air, she chattered away about her visit in Hollywood, commenting on\nhow much milder the weather down there was compared to San Francisco. \u201cMaybe\nyou and Mam can go down for a visit sometime.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But Dad, leaning back in the seat, said nothing.\nBy the time she got home, Molly agreed with Margaret. Dad was not well. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She felt huge relief to get Dad safely into the\nhouse and settled in his easy chair with today\u2019s morning paper in his lap.\nSatisfied that some of the color had returned to his face, she went to the\nkitchen to put on the tea kettle. She suddenly wished that Bridget wasn\u2019t so\nfar away. With her nurse\u2019s training and general interest in well-being, she\nwould probably have some helpful suggestions for Dad\u2019s healthcare. But Bridget\nwas halfway around the world at the moment, tending to wounded soldiers\u2026some\nwhose lives would be changed forever by their severe injuries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cHere you go, Dad.\u201d Molly set a teacup, as well\nas a piece of bread and jam, onto the table next to his chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re too good to me.\u201d His pale blue eyes\ntwinkled as he smiled. \u201cIt\u2019s good to have you home again, Molly Girl.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThe truth is I\u2019m worried about you.\u201d She sat on\nthe ottoman across from him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWorried about your old dad?\u201d His smile faded.\n\u201cWhatever for?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI know it was hard on you to visit Peter\u2019s\ngravesite\u2026but it\u2019s more than that. You don\u2019t really look too healthy to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWell, now, I\u2019m not in such good shape anymore, not\nlike I used to be. I get winded more easily and\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI think it was more than that, Dad.\u201d She\nreached for his hand. \u201cI think you should have a checkup with your doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He pulled his hand away from her, waving it in a\ndismissive way. \u201cNo need for that, darling. It\u2019s just like they told me at the\nsanatorium. I need to take it easy for a spell. The doctor said it could take up\nto a year before I get back to my old self. And truth be told\u2014though you don\u2019t\nneed to tell Mam or Margaret, since they\u2019re the worriers in the family\u2014I\u2019ve\nprobably been overdoing it lately.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cIs that all this is? <em>Really?\u201d<\/em> She studied his face hopefully. \u201cYou just need to take it\neasier?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He reached for his teacup. \u201cFor sure and for\ncertain, Molly Girl. That\u2019s all \u2019tis. I give you my word.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd do you promise to take it easier, Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He nodded solemnly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThen I\u2019ll make a deal with you.\u201d She stood up,\nplacing her hands on her hips and looking down on him in what she hoped was an\nauthoritative stance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cA deal, you say?\u201d He set down his teacup with amused\ninterest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cYou promise to take it easier, and I promise\nnot to nag you to go to the doctor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He rubbed his chin, nodded, and stretched out\nhis hand to grasp hers. \u201cYou drive a hard bargain, Molly Girl. You\u2019d make a formidable\nbusinesswoman.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She chuckled. \u201cWonder where I got that trait\nfrom.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad pointed to the nearby chess set. \u201cSo\u2026you still\nthink you can beat your old dad?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly grinned as she reached for the small\ntable, setting it between them. \u201cI don\u2019t know, but I\u2019ll give it my best shot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The game started out with the usual competitive bantering,\nbut after just a few moves, she could see that Dad was tiring. And when he left\nhis queen wide open to her bishop, she knew it was time to quit. \u201cYou know,\nDad, I\u2019m a little worn out from my trip.\u201d She made a weary stretch. \u201cMind if we\nfinish this later?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNot at all.\u201d He leaned back in his chair with a\nsigh. \u201cI might grab forty winks myself\u2014good to be home when the house is nice\nand quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After she put the chess table aside, Molly\npicked up the afghan and gently laid it on Dad\u2019s lap. His eyes were already\nclosed, but he mumbled his thanks as she tiptoed away. Still concerned for his\nhealth, she reminded herself of their agreement. If Dad didn\u2019t take it easy,\nshe would insist on calling his doctor herself. And that was that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As Molly unpacked her suitcase, which\u2014thanks to\nColleen\u2019s generosity\u2014had come back fuller than when she\u2019d left home a week ago,\nshe felt slightly glad to be back in her old room again. Although she and\nColleen had shared this room for most of Molly\u2019s life, she had enjoyed having it\nall to herself this past year. One of the only perks for a family that had\nchanged so drastically thanks to the war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Spying a corner of a V-mail letter tucked\nbeneath her jewelry box on her bureau, Molly realized that was the letter from\nPatrick. Feeling even more grateful for this private space, she eagerly but\ncarefully slit it open and started to read, but to her dismay\u2014and what would\nprobably be Mrs. Hammond\u2019s relief\u2014the letter was rather impersonal and brief. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The letter had been written in mid-December, and\nPatrick blamed the brevity on the increased activity in the Pacific region. Probably\nrelated to the disturbing newspaper article she\u2019d read on the plane. But, as\nusual, Patrick went into no detail about military activities. As a naval\nofficer, he knew the importance of withholding vital information from loved\nones at home. In his line of work, loose lips really could sink ships. And\nMolly respected this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She put the letter in the old hat box where she\nkept the rest of her correspondence from overseas. But as she tied the box closed,\nshe wondered why she hadn\u2019t received a letter from Tommy Foster during her\nabsence. Tommy usually wrote at least once a week, but the last she\u2019d heard\nfrom him was early December. As she continued to unpack and put things away,\nshe prayed that Tommy was okay. And, even though he hadn\u2019t written, she was\ndetermined to send him a letter before the end of the week. Thanks to her recent\nvisit with Colleen, she should have plenty to write about\u2014to everyone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Molly put her camera case on the bureau. 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