There seemed to be at least one council meeting a day during the week.And when it involved Lyconia I found my own opinions being asked for. Iknew that...Tarri was experiencing the same thing. The three weeks passedall too quickly though.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++I was aboard the Queens Transport 'Vixen' as the family traveled with anescort by the Transport Whiplash when it happened.The screeching from the command section told me something was wrong."Whiplash, Jump Beacon is. Her father had been desperate. Finally, when the food was completely gone, and there was no money for any more, he had taken a chance at poaching one of the king’s deer. Now the forest nearby their home was almost overrun with deer, but they were reserved for noble hunting parties. For a peasant to kill a deer warranted a sentence of death. Samantha’s father went into the forest, and he thought he had been incredibly lucky, when within two hours he had bagged a beautiful buck. There was enough. They settled in across from each other, and he continued the crooked grin. She had been told she had a beautiful smile by a good friend. She now displayed it to a man whom she couldn't help liking, without even knowing him. Over the next few days. they became good buddies. Sharing coffee whenever they were both off-duty, and sharing their views on life and their likes and dislikes. They were feeling each other out. Usually leathernecks and swabbies kept apart. It was tradition. Marines hated. It was a nice day, and spending it with Brandon made it extremely special."Brandon?" my mother said. "Why don't you call your parents and wish them a Happy Thanksgiving." This was not exactly a suggestion as much as it was a demand made by my mother. Brandon agreed and went into the kitchen to call his parents.About half way through the conversation he called me into the kitchen. "Here, my dad wants to talk to you," he said."Hello, Mr. Sickema," I began. "Hello, Bob. I just wanted to wish you.