There was a spring in her step, a ready smile on her face and she could be heard humming a tune. Now she longed for Ged's return.It was like that for ...he two weeks. As the time for Ged to come home drew near she became nervous.Then came the week he should have been home. Monday passed and he did not ring. Jet lag, she thought.Tuesday came and by evening Cassie became distressed."He's not rung me," she told Cheryl. "He's had second thoughts." Don't jump to conclusions, darling," temporised. The brigade was then immediately formed into line and thrown forward, with no skirmishers, nor indeed with any firm knowledge of what lay before us. This precipitate action was completely contrary to the wishes of our brigade commander, General Halkett, but unfortunately we were now under the command of the Prince of Orange, a brave enough young man but with less tactical experience, or skill, than the 69th's regimental goat. Our orders were to attack the French infantry, who were now pushing. “You are?” she asked.“The three of us.” There were two other girls with Carolyn and Bill. One of them was Jane, another grad student. He didn’t know the other.“Thanks,” Candy said to Claire. “Sorry,” she said to him. She didn’t sound particularly sorry. He watched the group leave and went to trade his robe for his parka. Well, he’d blown that one. On second thought, it wasn’t too awful. He had established that he expected to give her an explanation.Maybe he could call her. If he did, though,. She looked stunning, even with her makeup running down her cheeks. Her tight green dress hugged her curves. I felt underdressed, what with my jeans and a t-shirt.She went back to her room, only to reemerge a little before 12. Her hair was up, makeup off. She wore her cow PJs and a tight T. I wanted to kiss her. It was the outfit she wore the second night we were together.She sat down beside me on the couch. She had a wine glass in her hand and motioned toward my bottle of vodka, which I had not.