”When I woke, the sun had moved enough that I thought it was probably afternoon. I sat up, groggy, rubbing my eyes and blinking at the light. When I...looked around, I noticed my husband reclining in a padded armchair near the window, his legs sprawled out in front of him, fast asleep. The table beside him held a tray of food, half-eaten, and an open book lay on his chest. I was disappointed he wouldn’t have come to bed if he was tired – he was still healing, I knew, even if he was back to. I offered but she refused. So I felt weird as she was just sitting there smiling at me not saying a word. I tried to make small talk but she just kind of "shhh'd" me. After about 10 minutes there was a knock at the door . She got up out of the bed room, didn't get dressed and answered the door, i heard a big "Hey how's it going!" from Mary then there was some mumbling followed by some giggling then silence. So i get up and get dressed, walk out into the leaving room to see Mary on her knees. This wasn’t South Carolina where we only play bridge on weekday afternoons.“Knit?” one of them asked, to which I admitted that I didn’t “Well, we’ll teach you. It’s really fun making booties and whatever. Your husband -- Dwight, right? -- where’s he?” and I explained, all of them nodding. “Mine in the Pacific,” she went on, “classified supposedly, but it’s just Hawaii. Who has the face cards?”Maybe that’s why they invited me; wives waiting for our husbands. The good thing about a Coast Guard. The T.V. had worked at one point in time, until her dad had decided it would make a nice break for her mothers fall. From then on, Gloria had to use her imagination to get through. With no toys or books and the T.V. broken beyond repair there really wasn’t much for a little girl to do. ‘Would you like something to drink? I have water, milk and some juice?’ ‘No thanks. Let me help you with those groceries.’ Laughing, Leslie handed her the milk. ‘I have only ten items.’ Opening the fridge Gloria.