I would hate to have to murder Andrew."I laughed and told her that knowing Mom he did not have long to live anyway.We laughed together for a while the... after a short silence she said, "I love you. I wish we were in the same bed." Yes, me too, on both. After this week is over let's make sure we never spend another night apart." Deal. I've had a long day. I am going to sleep and dream of you. I love you. I will call you in the morning. Good night." I love you, good night," I said and hung up the. " Luke was silent, then changed the subject. "You need some Christmas decorations." Emma sighed. "I bought one. It's on the table there. I…oh, wow, if I say it, I'll sound like such a martyr." "Martyrisms are excellent fodder for writers, so tell me." Luke winked and she chuckled. "It just occurred to me in the last few days that I've been avoiding Christmas, and other things I like to do, because I feel like I don’t deserve them. How dumb is that?" Emma stared at her mug to avoid looking at. "Captain Whitefeather chose that moment to stride down the road, heading in the direction of the RCAF Regiment barracks. Unlike everyone else, the lanky Mohawk was dressed in his customary CADPAT Temperate Woodland combat uniform with an Airborne maroon beret. As he passed by the officers' quarters, he gave Spot a friendly scratch and a slice of apple he just "happened" to have on him.A fantastically dressed infantryman raced up to Whitefeather out of the darkness. He was wearing an untied pair. I on the other hand was navigating this steep descent in flip flops. I thought flip flops were a solid choice for the beach. As I got further and further down I began to see that the beach we were going to was a lot less crowded than the beach off to the left of the viewing spot up top. This beach down here looked mostly empty. It made sense. With such a treacherous climb down, who is going to want to go here. I guess we were the ones stupid enough to try to go to this beach. Eventually, we.