Your great Uncle Bone DeBusque – Bone was his nickname. His real name was Hamilton, - had a shelf of medals he won in World War II. He fought in Ger...any, and the story goes that he single handedly broke into a POW camp and killed sixteen guards, before leading the entire group of prisoners to safety, but not before stealing almost all the food and every weapon and round of ammunition in the camp armory."When the straggling band finally made it back to the front lines, all Bone would tell his. "Easy, Rover," she said, pushing him away. "Let's not rush things." Just happy to see everyone," he answered, slapping her hard on the buttocks. Bob clenched his fist and took a long draw from his drink."How is everything, Gwen?" Bob spoke quietly to the disheveled-looking woman next to him."Fine. Fine." Her voice quavered and she pulled at her fingers nervously."Is everything all right?" Yes. Fine." Is every thing still beautiful." His voice was hesitant.Gwen's eyes flicked furtively from side. At that moment, Louise stepped up behind our two girls, with me towering over her shoulder and glowering.Never being one to let a good threat go to waste, Louise glared at Ethel.“If you so much as point that finger in my daughter’s direction, Bec WILL bite you. What’s more, I won’t do a thing to stop her.”Ethel turned rather white at that. I’ll never know how she was going to respond because Louise immediately launched a verbal assault at Ethel that would blister paint.I snaked a hand around. ”“Really?”“Sure, you’re not a serial killer are you?” She turned her head and glared into my eyes. Then she laughed. ”Kidding, I’m just kidding.”It was about then that I really looked at her: she was pretty, long blonde hair peeking out of the hood on her snowmobile suit, and her eyes flashed a beautiful blue. We drove in silence to her house. As I looked through the snow-laden treetops, it looked very quaint with lights lining the rooftop. I spotted a swing and a pair of rocking chairs on the.