All of these thought occur in the longest nanosecond in the universe. Her arrival has slowed time. ‘I was wondering if you could help me with a pape... jam in the copier.’ You are up and out of your chair before she finishes her sentence, nearly spilling your coffee over her name that is hidden beneath your reports. You walk with her down the corridor to the copy machine and do all the manly things possible to free her stuck copy. You are on your knees looking for a button that releases the door.. The soldier took it and put it to her mouth. The wine spilled over her lips and down her neck onto her breasts. The soldier bent his head and began to lap at the red liquid on her skin. She moaned softly.She moaned, "Louis, please-- make him stop. I-- I am your wife."Yes, Louis thought, she was his wife. His virgin wife. Their marriage was not yet consummated. She would not let him bed her while the occupation continued. She said she would not risk bringing a child into a world ravaged by war.. This unspoken quietness continued on the drive back to the house where the grandparents lived.Katie maneuvered her car into the driveway and stopped. She dropped her hands to her lap and sat staring straight ahead. She had something to say, but her mind was swirling like a whirlwind twister out of control. She had to calm herself down before she spoke.Pops was also staring. He had turned towards his granddaughter with the intent of saying he was 'sorry'. He'd gone too far, he'd done too much,. I was going to attend college in a couple of months. My parents said I didn't have to find a job that summer. That was just fine with me. I wanted to kick back for awhile. The one thing my parents did say was that I needed to help our next door neighbor Paula. She told my parents she needed me to help move some furniture around. My folks told me not to ask for, or accept any money from Paula. My parents were old school like that. You didn't take money from friends or relatives for helping out..