Our chaps can’t get to them with the guns they have. They have to wait for artillery support or the RAF to clean them out.”They talked for a furth...r half hour before leaving. Bobby told him that Tim and Bill were out on a date. It seemed Carol, Bobby’s girl, was on duty that night. “I’ll see her tomorrow night to say goodbye, and then it’s back to the bloody sand-fly. How about you, Shaun? How’s it working out with you and Sharon?”Shaun hesitated, “It’s early days yet, Bobby,” he said in a. Marc then scanned the salonwith all of its eye-catching portraits of women with lovely hairstyles. Hisattention seemed to momentarily dwell on a picture of a woman modeling a wildmane of longuntamed red curls. His focus eventually switched to several evening dresseshanging from a rack along the wall. He slowly took special note of each one.A stack of shoeboxes lay on the floor underneath them. He then glanced overand noticed that the woman, who was having her hair done by Laura, waswatching him. “Yes, Zeke is part of my crew.”“Nice?” she again whispered.“Yes, very nice.” Grant answered with a smile.He then added, “Bea, Barbara has told us your story. What do you want to do?”“Zeke married?”“No, Zeke is not married.”“Then, I want that bastard Elias Bertram dead, and I want to leave this place and go where Zeke lives.”“Do you want Beau’s boat?”“No. Fishing and the sea was Beau’s life, but my love is making clothes.”“Then I propose to pay off Beau’s debt and take you and the boat to. You'd think he'd know that we knew it hurt. You know that old saying, 'this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you'? After seeing that, no one, except Prancer, gets to say that anymore. So as to what really happened? I'm afraid that's something you'll just have to leave to your own imagination. Trust me, your imagination could never imagine something that bad. Thanks for the letter, Jill." Our next letter comes from Paul in Washington State. "Dear Santa, I've noticed when you talk,.