Chapter XI
The Second World War was a shock for most of the people in this country. Not that is was happening because it had been raging in Europe for two years by the time December 7, 1941 rolled around. But the fact that Pearl Harbor was ‘suddenly and deliberately attacked by the Imperial forces of Japan’ was a very ugly awakening for the United States.
A young nation that was slowly recovering from a depression was abruptly thrust into a role as a military and world leader. Life became much more frantic as war production increased, and men and women were shipped off to the far reaches of the earth.
It was a time that brought a lot of changes in a lot of things. Women started working outside the home more as the men enlisted and were sent overseas to fight. More women joined the military as nurses, secretaries and aides. Men were more accepting of women in the workplace and the military even though their roles there were somewhat pigeonholed.
The human race has always taken baby steps towards equality and open mindedness, and this was yet another tiny rung on the ladder in the evolutionary cycle of human understanding.
For myself it was a time of great change. When the military moved into the neighborhood, it was decided that they needed a decent place to meet, and things altered rapidly for me then. A crew of workmen came in on a Monday morning, and ten days later I looked completely different on the inside.
My entire first floor was gutted, leaving only the original walls, the marble flooring and the safe in place. A bar was added where the ice cream counter had been and a coat checkroom was put in near the front door. The second floor was turned into a restaurant kitchen and the third floor became storage. And suddenly I was in the USO business.
So many uniforms went in and out of the doors, and it was hard to distinguish one from the other until the day that Marine Sgt. Dick Justice crossed the threshold. I knew then that something special was about to happen. There was just something about him....
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Dick Justice ran his hands across his very short crew cut. It occurred to him to be thankful it was short, because after the day he’d had with recruits, he’d have pulled it out by the roots if he could have actually gotten hold of it. This was one of the days he actually missed being out in the field even under Nazi fire.
It was 1943, and after eighteen months and three purple hearts Dick Justice had been ordered home to teach raw recruits how to stay alive when they were dumped on the beaches of Europe and the Pacific. So far his companies had the highest success rates for survival, and his superiors were pressing him to stay Stateside and continue to teach.
He had accepted the assignment temporarily though, to take care of his mother’s affairs when she passed away. He had been promised he would be returned to the real war after no more than six months at home, and he was fighting tooth and nail to get back there before he lost his mind.
He had been home for four months and had passed through three companies of recruits. He had wrapped up the last of his mother’s business after a month and had spent his free time packing up and closing his childhood home. That had taken longer than he expected, but when he was done he found himself at something of a loose end.
One of his fellow Drill Instructors suggested the USO, and after a bit of consideration Dick decided that that would do nicely. They were rumored to have some of the best food in the city, and he knew there would be women to talk to who wouldn’t expect him to pay for the opportunity.
He smiled at that thought. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman on even a friendly basis. War had done away with a lot of courtesies, and just having the opportunity to talk to someone, particularly a woman, about anything other than troop movements or gunnery placements or anything else non-war related was more than enough reason for Dick to whistle as he showered and dressed in his Class ‘A’ uniform.
He smoothed the material of his shirt down and reached for his tunic, taking a moment to note the different ribbons it sported. He could remember clearly the reason for every single one and wondered briefly about his desire to return to the horror that was war. Then he pushed the memories aside and shrugged into the jacket, buttoning it and pulling it straight before taking a last look in the mirror. Then he headed out the door and down to the USO at the corner of Franklyn & Rhodes.
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Jane Hooten stood in front of the mirror debating with herself for the umpteenth time about going over to the USO. Because she wore a nurse’s uniform, most of the men there seemed to think she was interested in giving them a more up close and personal version of a physical. The fact that she was an officer as well didn’t seem to faze them. They seemed to think that her scarred face would make her more willing to accept their advances.
It hadn’t taken long for her to show them the error of such presumption and she had been thankful for her father’s patience in teaching her to defend herself at an early age. He’d known with her disfigurement and a last name that invited teasing that Jane would need the ability protect herself from the cruelty that would visit itself on her.
She sighed again. She had no real desire to go to the USO tonight, but she and her fellow nurses were throwing a going away party for one of their own who was being transferred overseas, and she had promised her best friend Edie that she’d show. A smile crossed Jane’s face. She and Edie had been best friends since they’d been born in delivery rooms side-by-side twenty something years ago. And two more opposites you couldn’t imagine. Edie was outgoing and always doing her best to encourage Jane to try and do more.
Just thinking of her made her appear, for at that very moment Jane heard Edie’s voice call out, “Let’s go, Owl! There are men waiting to buy us drinks and we are women who want to dance!!”
Jane just shook her head as she chuckled and grabbed her tunic. She slid it on and walked out the bedroom door still buttoning. “You’re a wanton woman, Edie Miller.”
“And this is news to who exactly, Owl? Now will you come on before all the good guys are taken?” Edie looped her arm through Jane’s and tugged her towards the door. “I have a feeling tonight’s gonna be your lucky night!”
Jane rolled her eyes. With her blonde hair and violet eyes she was considered striking, but all Jane saw when she looked in the mirror was the tall, gangly youth she’d been. And even with Edie’s persistence she’d never gotten past that image of herself. She didn’t give Edie the response that was on the tip of her tongue but instead followed dutifully along to the waiting sedan.
The building was crowded and noisy when they walked inside, and Jane immediately wondered again why she had agreed to come here. A cheer went up from their friends, and Edie took Jane’s hand and pulled her through the crowd to the table.
“Hi, guys!” Edie gushed. “Wild night, huh?”
The women around the table cheered and one of them beckoned a waitress over to order another round of drinks. “Oh, yeah,” Nancy answered. “The band is swinging,” motioning to the slightly raised bandstand at the far end of the building. “And the Marines are in town and spending money,” gesturing towards the bar area.
Jane followed Nancy’s directions and turned towards a rowdy bunch of Marines who stood laughing and carrying on as they crowded together at one end of the bar. Then her attention was caught by a sergeant that sat just slightly apart from the rest. He was looking around the room with an appearance of... intrigue? Disgust? Frustration? Jane wasn’t quite sure what the expression on his face could be described as, but it was interesting to her.
So interesting as a matter of fact that it was only when the man just slightly lifted a dark brow over an equally dark eye that she realized they had been staring at one another. Her face flushed and she looked away, amazed that her friends hadn’t noticed her absorption in the handsome Marine. Then she realized that mere seconds had passed and not the lifetimes she’d felt go by.
Edie pulled on her arm and she sat down and took a menu, wondering if she’d get the nerve to go say hello. Then she dismissed the idea as something she knew wouldn’t happen and forced her attention to the bill of fare in her hands, trying not to feel the sting of tears or the inexplicable sharp pang of loss.
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Dick watched the action around him with an observant eye, not really feeling part of the melee taking place. He appreciated the music with an abstract ear, noting the almost frantic movements that comprised what seemed to be the latest dance craze. He watched his comrades-in-arms drinking and carrying on like there was no tomorrow. He smiled sadly. Out of them all, he understood that concept all too clearly. He also knew that no amount of drinking would make the fear or the nightmares go away.
A harried waitress set a full plate of food in front of him and refilled his soda without comment. He smiled his thanks, then turned his attention back to watching the room as he absently began to eat.
Dick let his eyes wander casually from table to table, seeing several young couples, a few rowdy servicemen, lots of USO hostesses and a large group of female officers at a big table near the dance floor. Everyone in the room seemed to be in high spirits but him; instead he felt an odd detachment from what was going on around him.
He continued eating and watching, enjoying the food and being entertained by the rest. The waitress had come by and filled his glass again, thanking him for his patience with a pat on the arm. He smiled and thanked her, giving her a good tip when he paid his bill. Then he turned his attention back to the room while he finished his drink.
Dick was nearly done and debating the wisdom of staying. He had already been approached by three different women - a hostess who’d lightly flirted and two who’d been much more blatant about their interest. He had politely but firmly pushed them all away, feeling uncomfortable with their attentions. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he knew what he didn’t.
A cheer went up from the group of women near the dance floor, and he turned his dark head to see what had garnered such an enthusiastic response. He clamped down hard on his jaw when he saw her.
The two women who had just walked in and joined the table were striking. The short brunette was tugging her taller friend toward their friends, talking animatedly. But it was the tall blonde that captured his attention.
She looked like she was as unsure of being here as he was, and he continued to stare as she looked nonchalantly around the room. When their eyes met they held, and he could feel the weight of her stare in his very soul. It occurred to him to wonder if she was staring because of his decorations or... and then he realized that he was returning the stare with equal fervor and his brow cocked above his eye. She tore her gaze away from his and the loss he felt was palpable.
Dick watched as her friend pulled her into a chair and handed her a menu. Then he saw her shoulders slump slightly as her focus turned away from him and to the paper in front of her.
The sergeant kept staring, unable to tear his eyes from her form. There was something about her he found fascinating, aside from her striking good looks. She held herself differently from those around her, and though it was clear she was an accepted part of their group she seemed separate from it as well.
Finally he stood and made his way towards her table, intent on at least introducing himself. It never dawned on him that he was mixing ranks or services. He had found what he’d been searching for, and he was determined to do his best to capture it for himself... protocol be damned.
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Edie was in the perfect position to see both the bar and the dance floor. At first she was caught up watching the endless parade of dancers on the floor. There was a group of youngsters who were trying some moves she’d never actually seen before and she watched them, intrigued. That was something she was going to need to learn how to do.
She was contemplating asking one of the boys... she hesitated to call them young men; not one of them looked old enough to shave. But she was thinking of asking one of the boys if they’d be willing to teach her the steps when something else caught her attention.
Edie turned her head slightly to have a better view of the bar without losing track of the conversation at the table. She watched as the handsome Marine sergeant stared at her best friend until she wondered if she should check Jane for holes or burn marks. Though many men had taken the opportunity to stare over the years, none had focused with the intensity that the Marine seemed to have.
Their food came and was greeted with another round of cheers though Edie noticed that Jane did not participate. Not that she’d been expecting anything different really, but she had hoped to cultivate the wild side she just knew Jane had buried somewhere beneath the cool exterior she showed the world. Edie sighed to herself. At least Jane had come and was enjoying the food and conversation. And if that Marine had his way, Edie was betting on Jane enjoying more than that before the night was over.
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Jane looked up when she felt a presence at her back, then hurriedly returned her eyes to her plate. Conversation at the table halted as the group of Navy nurses sized up the Marine sergeant that stood behind Jane’s chair. He nodded politely to the group.
“Excuse me, ladies. I was wondering if you might like to dance,” looking directly at Jane. Edie not-so-subtly nudged her and Jane glanced up briefly. Dick lost himself in her violet eyes, not realizing that he was staring. Jane misunderstood his look and dropped her eyes. Then her head jerked up when Edie answered for her.
“Yes, she’d loved to dance!”
“EDIE!” Jane hissed. She turned to Dick, and for the first time he noticed her scarred face. “I’m sorry, Sergeant. My friend,” and she glared at Edie hard enough to peel paint, “spoke out of turn.”
Dick was unfazed. Instead he held out a hand. “Please?”
The rest of the table held their breaths. Never had any man pursued so politely once they’d been refused by the Ice Queen, especially after getting a good look at her imperfect features. Several had presumed to force their attentions, but Jane had always proven more than equal on that front.
“One dance,” Dick pleaded. “If I am that bad, I won’t bother you again. Marine’s honor.”
Jane looked at his decorations, noting that they spoke of his courage and bravery under fire. She made sure he was well able to see her disfigurement, and when he didn’t flinch or turn away in disgust she sighed and put her hand in his.
“One dance, Sergeant. But it will have to be something besides this jitterbug stuff these kids are doing. My body is too old to contort into some of the positions they are jiggling into.”
Dick chuckled, and the sound inexplicably warmed Jane’s heart. “My name is Dick Justice, ma’am, and don’t worry. I’m not sure I could do that either.”
“Well, Dick. I’m Jane and if you can get the band to play some adult music, I’d be happy to share that dance with you.”
The girls at the table simply stared after them as Dick led Jane to the edge of the dance floor and then eased to where the bandleader stood. After a brief word the music came to a halt and changed into something that flowed seamlessly. A cheer went up from the people over twenty, and the floor quickly filled up with couples.
Dick offered his hand to Jane and they slid onto the dance floor as though they had been a couple for years. Edie and her tablemates watched with open mouths.
“I’ll be damned!” Edie exclaimed. “Tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing!”
“I’m seeing Ice Princess Owl out on the dance floor with a Marine sergeant looking for all the world like she is glad to be there.”
“Jess, be nice!”
“Edie, I was being nice. C’mon, we all love Jane. She’s a great gal and she’s never let any of us down. But she’s hidden herself behind walls that no one has been able to breach. We can only be so friendly with her before she hides behind those walls like she expects one of us to, I dunno.... Take advantage of her and hurt her somehow?”
“It’s true,” Mary Elizabeth agreed. “We’ve tried many times to be friendly, but she’s always brushing us off. You’re the only person close to her, and I think that is only because you guys grew up together.”
They kept their attention focused on the couple on the dance floor. “You’re right, but you have to put yourself in Janie’s shoes. She’s always been an ugly duckling....” Every woman at the table turned and faced Edie with a look of disbelief. Edie held up her hands in surrender. “That is how she sees herself. And she’s never been able to get past that. She only sees the disfigured kid she was.”
“My God! You have got to be kidding me,” Laura exclaimed. “I don’t even see her scar when I look at her.” Murmurs of agreement went around the table.
“I know, I know. But she does.” The music segued into a slower tune, but instead of leaving the floor Dick and Jane continued to dance together.
“Well,” Frannie commented as they all turned back to their meals but snuck glances at the couple on the dance floor. “I think she may have finally met the right fella. You will all have to keep me posted on how this turns out. I want an invitation to the wedding if there is one.”
The table whooped and Dick and Jane turned from their conversation at the commotion.
“Wonder what that is all about?” Dick asked before he turned his attention back to the woman in his arms. He hated to call her attention to it since he was quite content to stay where he was for a while. They had continued to dance even though the music had change song and rhythm. But the amount of noise the nurses had created made it difficult to ignore them.
Jane looked at them and shrugged, not any easy feat to do while they continued to dance but somehow she managed it. “I dunno. Maybe they were toasting Frannie. She is shipping out in the morning... headed to Pearl.”
“So that’s why ya’ll are here tonight then? Giving her a send-off?”
“Yeah. We all got shipped here out of officer training though Edie and I have been friends since the cradle.”
“Edie?”
“Yeah, the big-mouthed one who said I would dance with you.”
“I see. I think I should buy her a drink.”
Jane froze in his arms for an instant then chuckled. “So should I,” she said, happily snuggling infinitesimally closer. Not much but Dick could tell the difference in her embrace. “I think you are the first human being that has asked me to dance in... well, forever.”
“I don’t believe that. A beautiful woman like yourself must have scores of men and officers falling at her feet. Can’t believe a lowly Marine Corps sergeant got your attention first.”
Jane looked up at him to gauge his sincerity, and she found herself desperately wanting to believe him. But too many years of ridicule growing up and self-recrimination as an adult had burned her too often and it made her leery of trusting her instincts. Dick felt the shift immediately when she moved away from him, and he wondered what he had said to upset her. The song came to an end and Jane stepped even farther back.
“I believe the dance is over, Sergeant.”
“Indeed it is, ma’am, to my great dismay. Perhaps we could do it again sometime?”
“I don’t think so, Sergeant,” Jane answered as she began walking back to her table. She might have made good her escape, but Dick was quick to catch her hand and lay it on his arm as he gallantly escorted her back and held her chair for her to be seated. He sketched a slight bow to the table.
“Thank you, ladies, for allowing me to borrow your lovely companion for a few moments. I hope you all have a very nice evening, and which of you is Frannie?” He turned to the redhead and addressed her directly. “Good luck in Pearl. Now if you will all excuse me, I will bid you goodnight.”
He nodded to them all though his eyes lingered on Jane who refused to meet them. Edie noticed and made a note to seek the sergeant out at a later date. The entire table of women, sans Jane, watched in silence as he retrieved his cover from the checkroom then strode out the door without a backwards glance.
“Wow,” Ellen said quietly from her place. “I didn’t think they still made men like that anymore. His mama must be quite a woman to have instilled manners like that.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Becca spoke up. “Lord knows my sister fights day and night with her two trying to give them manners enough. Nice to know it can eventually come to something.”
“Oh, I know,” Martha answered. “Mama used to be very firm about our behavior especially in public.” She looked around the room. “Gotta wonder what some of these kids’ mamas would say if they saw them now.” The women all looked around and winced and the conversation moved on to other things.
No one else seemed to notice the change in Jane’s demeanor, but Edie did. And she resolved then and there to do something about it if she could.
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The next few days Edie spent searching for the sergeant who appeared to have cast a spell on Jane. Jane had been happy, sad, angry, though Edie was at a loss to determine at whom and pensive by turn. At any given time, Edie would come upon Jane having a quiet conversation with herself though Jane brushed it off as nothing when Edie asked her about it.
When she finally located him Edie sent Dick a cryptic note, hoping he would be intrigued enough to show up.
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Dick stopped just outside the USO and looked at the door, then walked away just as swiftly as he’d come. He repeated this process two more times before halting in front of the door again, mumbling to himself. It wasn’t til a hand landed on his shoulder that he realized what he was doing.
“Justice?”
The sergeant whipped around so quickly in a defensive stance that his comrade would have been severely hurt had not his reaction been so swift. As it was, he felt the breeze go by his face.
“Collins?” Dick pulled back and automatically straightened his tunic, smiling when he noticed Collins echo his motions. “Sorry, Buddy. I didn’t know you were behind me. What can I do for you?”
“Nothing. You were talking to yourself, and I though maybe you needed help.”
“Oh, um... no. Just working something out in my mind.”
“Women troubles, huh?” Collins laughed at the surprised look on Dick’s face. “Don’t look so surprised, Justice. You’ve got the look every other man contemplating women has had. It’s a universal thing I bet. You wanna join us for a drink while you think?”
Justice looked around and saw a few of the other sergeants from the training battalions and blushed. “Thanks, guys, but no. I think I need to take care of this before drinking. ‘Preciate the invite, though.”
Collins nodded his head and slapped him on the back. It wasn’t an unexpected answer. Justice had seen more of the war than the rest of them put together and it made him a little aloof. “Well, you’re welcome to join us if things don’t pan out for you.”
Dick nodded and watched them walk in, then he took a deep breath and girded his loins as he stepped into the lion’s den.
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Edie had been watching for him, and she stood up and waved him over when she saw him hesitate in the doorway. She felt a little guilty meeting Dick almost clandestinely like this, but she had to find out what had happened to Jane. She was certain it had something to do with the Marine sergeant who was rapidly approaching her table. Edie remained seated and motioned Dick to a seat as he arrived. He sat down and looked at her curiously.
“Edie, right?” he asked politely, taking note of the fact that she was conspicuously NOT dressed in her military uniform. He wouldn’t have presumed the familiarity otherwise.
She nodded and extended her hand, which he accepted and pressed lightly before releasing. “Good memory, Sergeant. What are you drinking?”
“Oh, um, a Coke please.”
Edie laughed. “Living large, huh?” She looked at the young USO waitress. “Two Cokes, please.” The young woman nodded, and silence fell over the table as the two turned their attention to the dance floor by common, unspoken consent – Edie because she wanted no interruptions while they talked, and Dick because he would wait for the officer to share what was on her mind.
The server came back quickly with their drinks and Edie laid the money on the table before Dick could make a move for his wallet.
“My treat, Sergeant. I asked you to meet me here, remember?”
“Yes, ma’am, but a gentleman never lets a lady pay.”
Edie nodded. “Perhaps, but the officer is treating this time.”
He flushed though whether it was more in anger or embarrassment, he couldn’t have rightly said. “Is this a military matter then, Lieutenant?”
Edie shook her head, realizing by the fire burning in the nearly black eyes that she had mis-stepped badly. “No! No, Ser... may I call you Dick?” She waited for his brisk nod, understanding that it was only his good manners that held him in the chair at this point.
“I apologize, Dick. You are so different from most of the men... can’t even call them that really... most of the kids I deal with everyday. They see a woman instead of an officer. Sometimes their behavior gets to be a little much, and I feel the need to remind them who’s in charge. You just caught me at the end of a very long day of that, and I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, ma... I mean, Edie,” he corrected when she held up her hand. “This is... this is not the world I grew up in, and sometimes I feel terribly out of place.” He motioned around them. “This building... this room, actually, was an ice cream parlor during the earliest parts of my growing up years.”
“What happened?”
He shrugged. “I was still a young boy, but I think it was a territory war.”
Edie’s eyes widened. “Really?” She looked around again with newly appreciative eyes. “This building must have quite the stories to tell.”
Dick followed her glance and nodded his agreement. “I imagine so. It’s been here for a very long time.” He sucked in a breath. “But I’m fairly confident you didn’t ask me here to talk about the history of this old building, and you could have gotten any number of men here to join you for a Coke even those who would have taken advantage of you treating,” he added with a twinkle.
Edie blushed. “Ya gotta love a man who just puts it out there on the table. You can buy the next round, Dick, ‘cause this will probably take a little while.”
The Marine lifted his hand and signaled their waitress, then sat back comfortably until she had brought them each another Coke.
“You have the floor, Edie. What’s on your mind?”
Edie flushed, a little embarrassed by her audacity now that the moment was here. “Dick, what did you think about Jane, honestly?” came the blunt words from her lips. She cringed a little at how brusque they sounded in her ears, but the Sergeant seemed to take the question in stride. The only sign of his unease was the wrinkle in his brow as he mulled over his answer.
Finally he looked directly at her and she was caught in the dark regard of his almost black eyes. “Why?”
Edie shook her head. “It’s important.” She took a deep breath. “You share and then I’ll explain.”
He looked at her a moment longer, as though gauging her response. Then he offered up a ragged sigh.
“I found her to be beautiful, charming, very engaging though a bit shy, a good dancer....” He trailed off. “I’m not sure what you are looking for here,” he added honestly though his confusion was evident, and he opened his hands in a pleading gesture that was not lost on Edie.
“All that from a couple dances?”
He nodded.
“Would you consider... hmm, this is very personal, but is Jane a woman you would consider dating?”
The Marine’s eyes grew big. “That is extremely personal. I would have if she’d given me the least inkling that my attentions would be welcome. Why are you asking?”
Edie blew out a breath. “It’s a very long and drawn out story. Let’s order some dinner, and I’ll explain.”
Chapter XII
“So you’re telling me that the beautiful woman I danced with last week sees herself as an ugly duckling?” Dick shook his head disbelievingly. “Um, has she looked in a mirror lately, Edie?”
Edie studied the dark eyes across from her intently. She was startled by the sincerity in them. “You mean that, don’t you?”
Now it was Dick’s turn to return her look. “Excuse me? Edie, you can’t tell me you can’t see just how gorgeous Jane is?”
Edie smiled. She liked this Marine sergeant and had an inkling her best friend more than liked him. Or she would if she’d just give him a chance. He’d obviously gotten under her skin, judging by Jane’s sudden emotional turmoil.
“Dick, I’ve always known she was a beautiful woman... inside and out. But I wasn’t kidding you; there are defenses against years of teasing and hurtful comments that Jane has built up around herself. You’re the first man to ever completely disregard her scar and simply treat her like the lady she is without expecting something for it.”
Edie was surprised to look up and see the rage burning in those dark brown eyes.
“Tell me she hasn’t been... you mean... she hasn’t....” Fury made him tongue-tied and he simply clasped his hands hard together on the tabletop.
“Life hasn’t always been easy for her, Dick and many people, not just men, have been unkind. Jane’s daddy made sure she was able to fight back and protect herself physically, but he was never able to shield her from the emotional scars that were inflicted on her. It’s made it hard for her to trust enough to make friends even as an adult.”
Silence fell for a time after that, and the waitress came by and refilled their coffee cups with a nod. Dick turned his attention to what Edie had shared with him only vaguely aware of her scrutiny. Edie, meanwhile, let her thoughts wander to what a match this Marine would make for her friend Jane. He was quiet and serious, and judging by the decorations on his coat, brave and courageous. Yet despite that and the war-weariness she could see in his eyes, those deep brown eyes also twinkled with mischief and delight. Just the type of man Jane needed to bring... something... into her life. And in Edie’s opinion, it was time for Jane to have something.
“Why did you tell me all this?” Dick asked abruptly, snapping Edie from her internal reverie.
“Hmm?” stalling momentarily to get her thoughts in order. “Oh, well,” dropping her eyes to the table and then looking up into his serious ones. “Can I be perfectly frank with you?”
“Please,” he responded. “I’d prefer it.”
She cleared her throat. “You touched something in Jane... got under her skin. She has been moody all week.”
Dick chuckled softly. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
Edie laughed sympathetically. “You have no idea. It’s nice to see her human side even if I’m the only one who can tell just what kind of an effect you had on her.”
“So you want me to...?” He sighed. “Edie, as much as I’d like to pursue her she made it pretty clear she wasn’t interested. I don’t generally go where I’m not wanted; at least not in personal matters. Besides, I’m not gonna be here much longer. Is that really fair to her?”
Edie folded her hands and lifted then to her lips as she contemplated his words. Finally she drew a deep breath and put her hands down, looking him directly in the eye.
“Dick, you’ve seen war and lived through the worst parts of what it means,” motioning to the ribbons on his chest. “But you did live through it and you’ve taken the opportunity to really live at least a little bit since then, haven’t you?”
He flushed slightly and nodded his head, not feeling the need to elaborate on the subject. But Edie understood what he wasn’t saying and nodded sagely.
“Jane has been fighting a war all her life. At first there was a lot physical fighting, fists and feet flying to defend herself against the taunts and unwanted advances her disfigurement made her susceptible to. She got a reputation though, and even here, hundred of miles from home, it followed her’ although I think it has as much to do with the looks she conveys as much as anything. Now it is mostly an emotional war and that’s something that she’s always had to deal with – the biting comments, the laughter, the harsh teasing. There have always been people who have tried to take advantage and make fun.”
Dick growled low in his throat before he could school his features and sigh deeply. “Okay... I understand what you are saying, but how...? What does it have to do with me?”
Edie rubbed her hand across her eyes. “I’m not explaining this very well.”
“Well, your explaining seems to be all right; it’s just my understanding that is a mite slow.”
Edie chuckled. “Always the gentleman,” she said, shaking her head softly. “I guess... I guess what I’m trying to say is this – Jane’s whole life has been a fight. Even now as an adult with a circle of friends who don’t even notice her scar, she is still fighting because she’s never moved past the image she has of herself and there is always gonna be some thoughtless kid who brings attention to it. You’re one of the few to overlook it, and the very first man who has ever caught her attention.”
He waited, though by now he had a pretty good idea of where she was going.
She blew out a breath. “I’m asking you, if you have even the slightest interest in who she is as a person, to give Jane the chance to live a little.”
“But....”
She held up her hands. “I’m not asking for a lifetime commitment, Dick. I’m not even asking for moonlight and roses, all right? What I’m saying is maybe the two of you can have some fun; share some laughs; just enjoy life together for a while.”
“Okay, but again... is that fair to her?” He pinned her eyes directly and Edie returned his stare evenly.
“Well, I guess that depends on how upfront and honest you are with her at the beginning, doesn’t it?” Edie blew out a breath and shook her head. “Never mind,” she said dejectedly. “I just thought....” She started to rise from her seat only to be stopped by the light pressure of his hand on hers. She looked at him questioningly and he simply indicated her seat.
Edie sank back into the chair and Dick leaned back in his. “Edie, I want you to look at this from my point of view for a minute, all right?” He waited for her nod. “Okay then,” he continued when he got it. “I’m a Marine Sergeant who is just an average Joe outside of the uniform. If war hadn’t come, I’d probably be a mill worker here in this very town, and I doubt I would have ventured outside the city limits.”
“I think that’s probably true for most of us, Dick,” she interrupted him. “I mean the traveling part. We all would have stayed in our cozy little niches back wherever home is for us. What does that have to do with...?”
Now he held up his hands for silence and she meekly complied. Dick gave her a charming half-smile. “I just wanted you to know the truth about me before I went any further. My problem here is you want me to... well, it just feels like its taking advantage of someone who has already had enough grief in life. Playing with her affections without any real regard for her feelings.”
Edie sat staring wide-eyed at him, sparing a wistful thought for more men like the one that sat before her. She cleared her throat before she started speaking.
“All right... I didn’t think about it like that. All I saw was the fact that for the first time in her life, someone – you – had finally managed to crack her icy exterior facade and get under her skin. I just... I just....” She held her hands out helplessly, unable to finish her thought.
Dick sat quietly for a few moments, his thoughts focused inwards. Edie turned her unseeing attention to the dance floor, wondering miserably how what had seemed like such a good idea only an hour before had become such a thoughtless, hateful gesture on her part. She was so deep in thought she jumped when Dick laid his hand on her arm.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but you didn’t answer when I called you.”
Edie flushed slightly. “Sorry. I was just thinking about what you said.”
“So was I,” he cut in before she could continue. “I would be willing, IF,” he said with emphasis, “and ONLY IF Jane would agree to it. I told you I was interested when I saw her. The only reason I haven’t pursued it was because of her obvious apathy towards me.”
Edie chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, Dick. I can say fairly confidently that there is no apathy in her reaction to you. I’ll talk to her... let her know you’re interested in getting together.” A pause. “Say, do you have some buddies that you could bring along?” His eyebrows rose into his hairline and Edie’s chuckle turned into soft laughter.
“No, wait... I mean... that didn’t come out at all the way I intended it to. What I was thinking that maybe if it was a group of us just at first, Jane might be more amenable to it.”
Dick sat quietly, letting his mind review the scuttlebutt he’d heard around his company. “I have just the thing... I think. There’s supposed to be a base-wide picnic next Saturday. Mostly for the staff, I believe, though everyone is invited. Do you think she’d be willing to go to something like that?”
“I’ll ask....” Edie started.
“No. If I’m going to take her out, I’m going to treat her like the lady she is and ask her myself. I’d just like to know I’m not gonna get shot down before I can even get my foot in the door to ask her.”
Edie nodded slowly. “Well, we talked about it, but I think she’s scheduled herself for duty that day.”
Dick blew out a breath. “It couldn’t be easy, huh?” He twiddles his thumbs. “Does someone need to be on duty that day?”
“Unfortunately yes. It is a hospital, and there are gonna be patients regardless of what else is going on.” She paused. “However....” she went on, tapping her nails against her teeth. “I think a memo went out last week instructing the department heads to schedule it so folks could work in rotating shifts. That way everyone had a chance to go.” She gave Dick a sardonic smirk. “I think they just want a good hospital turnout.”
Dick smiled. “Wouldn’t surprise me a bit. I imagine there’s a bit of competition between the units.”
“You, sir, are a master of understatement.”
“All part of being a Marine, ma’am. Never tell ‘em all you know, and never let ‘em see ya sweat.”
Edie laughed. “I like the motto though ‘Semper Fi’ is easier to remember.”
“It’s easier to teach to raw recruits too. Much less for their minds to focus on learning while their bodies are busy being developed into Marines.”
At Edie’s motion, their waitress approached once more, this time with their bill. They both reached for it, then hesitated. With a laugh Edie snatched it up. “Dutch treat, Dick. This wasn’t a date, and I don’t think your sense of self would allow me to treat.”
“All right, Edie. Thank you for your charming company. I will try to come by the hospital tomorrow. Then at least Jane won’t feel like I’m infringing on her personal space.”
“Good thinking. We have early shifts all month – six in the morning to six in the evening. If you can get there close to the end of shift, it’d probably be best.”
“I can do that.” He rose and moved to pull her seat back, and Edie wondered why she was working so hard to set her best friend with this catch instead of trying to snag him herself. Then she remembered Jane’s expression when she had looked at Dick and his in return and the frustration Jane had been having since their dance.
“You’re a very good friend, Edie. Not many folks I know of would have gone to this kind of trouble even for a best friend.”
“Most folks don’t have a friend like Jane either. I’m glad to be able to do something for her for a change. It’s nice.”
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Now of course I couldn’t be there at the hospital the following day. I’ve never been able to just pick up and go even when things were interesting. But I was able to follow the story as the next couple parts actually took place here within these walls, and boy... was I glad to have had a front row seat.
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It was the Saturday evening of the base picnic. Dick hadn’t managed to convince Jane to join him for that event, but she had agreed to join him for dinner that evening if he promised that it was a one-time event. She would go to dinner and he would never ask her again. He agreed, stipulating that a lady always had a right to change her mind and he was going to do his military best to ensure that she did. That coaxed a reluctant smile from her despite her best efforts and that more than anything gave him hope for the future.
He seated her and then himself, and they waited for the waitress to take their orders before beginning any sort of conversation. Jane idly played with the flowers that only seemed to grace their table. It was awkward at first. Jane was hesitant to talk about herself so Dick decided to tell her a little about himself and the town and the building they were in. It took a while - the better part of dinner, in fact - but finally Jane started warming up to him and the conversation.
“So you really grew up here? It’s a lovely little town. How did you manage to get stationed here?”
A shadow crossed Dick’s face, and involuntarily Jane reached out to him in a natural display of sympathy. He looked down at her hand holding his and he felt the warmth of the clasp down to his toes. She was a warm, caring woman, and that couldn’t help but shine through despite the prickly front she put up to shield herself. Dick raised pained brown eyes to Jane’s.
“My mother passed away four months ago. The doc said she was tired, and I think he was right. And she really missed my dad.”
“I’m terribly sorry to hear that, Ser... sorry, Dick. As horrible as death is in war, it’s expected. As kids, we never expect our parents to grow old and die. They’re like our heroes, aren’t they? Always there... always making everything better. I know my dad did that for me.”
“Tell me about him?”
And so they shared bits and pieces about their childhoods and their families. It was an equal exchange and they were so engrossed in their talk that neither noticed the time passing. It was only when the bandleader announced last call that they realized how late the time had grown. Jane looked flustered and Dick blushed, unable to believe they had spent more than four hours simply talking.
He rose and held out his hand. “Will you share the last dance of the evening with me?”
Jane looked at him, seeing only sincerity in his eyes. No mocking, no laughter. She extended her own hand and allowed him to pull her from her chair and lead her to the dance floor.
Slowly they twirled around the room one of many couples enjoying what bit of peace they could find on a war-torn night in a war-weary world. As the last note was drawn out, they walked slowly towards the coat checkroom as though trying to extend the evening by mutual, unspoken consent.
“Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Jane. I had a wonderful evening.”
Jane smiled nervously, glad there were several others ahead of them who also needed hats and coats. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” She swallowed hard and laid a tentative hand on his arm. “I um... I really enjoyed the time we spent together.”
“Enough to change your mind? After all, I did tell you I was gonna do my military best to ensure that outcome.”
“Yes, you did,” Jane agreed quietly. Her eyes dropped to the ground and she appeared to be studying it intently. Finally just as they reached the counter, she looked up again. “Yes, I think so.”
Dick looked back at her and smiled, his eyes conveying the happiness he didn’t feel comfortable sharing in front of strangers. He handed the girl their claim checks and held Jane’s coat, then offered her his arm as they stepped out into the crisp, cool night.
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They became regulars after that. Every Saturday night they came and sat, talking for hours and closing the place down with the final dance, and always their table held a unique bouquet of flowers that none of the others had. Sometimes they would come in during the week with others, but Saturdays were reserved for them alone, and only on Saturdays were the flowers to be found.
For eight weeks they came in as a couple and then came the last Saturday I saw them together.
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It was wet and rainy and the USO was packed. People were desperate to get out of the weather and away from the doom and gloom of more war reports. Even when battles were won, there were always casualties. Men who died defending freedom and it seemed like someone always knew someone who’d been killed or knew someone who had lost someone. The USO was the best escape for that it seemed, and everyone had the same idea that Saturday evening.
Dick was glad for the foresight he’d had in reserving a prime table near the dance floor for this last night together. He’d finally gotten his orders and was shipping out to the Pacific theatre the following morning. He studied his reflection in the mirror as he readied himself to go pick up Jane from the hospital.
Theirs had been an interesting friendship to watch develop. Once Jane had allowed him admittance into her life, things had progressed naturally and comfortably for both of them. They had become friends and confidantes and found they had as many common interests as they did opposing viewpoints and opinions. It had made life fun and conversation lively at the very least.
He wondered if things would have been different between them if he hadn’t been leaving. He figured one reason Jane might have been willing to give him a chance was because she knew he wasn’t asking anything from her except her friendship. So it might have been better that he was leaving; at least they’d have good memories to look back on one day.
On the other hand, he had to wonder what might have become of them if he’d stayed. Would she have opened up to him or would she have remained the cool, aloof professional nurse he’d first met? He smiled to himself in the mirror. Nothing was going to answer his questions except the lady herself, and he damned sure wasn’t going to ask her. He accepted that they had changed one another for better or worse, and that was enough. Anything else would have to be put to the side of could-have-beens and left there.
For now though, he had a date for the evening, and nothing was going to interfere with one last frivolity before he returned to the reality of war.
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“So how do you feel about Dick leaving, Owl?”
Jane kept her face to her mirror, not wanting Edie to see the pensiveness that question caused her. She shrugged as casually as she could manage. “It’s what he feels he needs to do. Given his record I might do the same.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Jane.”
“Sorry, Edie. Best I can do for you right now.” She glanced at her watch. “He should be here any minute. Are ya’ll still planning to surprise him?”
“Yep. The club MC knows all about it.”
“All right.” Jane’s blonde head turned at the sound of a knock. “Gotta love a man who’s punctual,” she muttered but Edie heard her. Her heart ached for her friend, and she felt bad for pushing them towards each other, especially if it was going to break Jane’s heart. That had never been her intention and now....
“Hello, Dick,” she said as he crossed the threshold into the room.
“Hi, Edie,” he replied with a smile, taking Jane’s raincoat and holding it open for her to slip into. “Be glad you’re not going out right now,” he said as Jane tied a rain bonnet over her hair. “It’s nasty out there.” He looked at Jane. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. We’re not going to miss tonight. You owe me a dance.”
Dick smiled. “Yes I do,” he said, offering his arm. “Come, my lady... your chariot, soggy as it is, awaits.”
Both Jane and Edie laughed at his pronouncement. Then Jane and Dick were out the door and headed to the building at Franklyn & Rhodes. Edie took a moment to whisper a prayer to a God she was no longer sure was listening.
“Please watch over Jane tonight. I don’t want her to get hurt because of this.”
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The joint was jumping when Dick and Jane were led to their table and for a moment they both regretted the choice to spend their final evening at the USO. Then the bandleader spotted them and without any sort of fanfare shifted into what had become their song to dance to. They exchanged glances when the first chords rolled across the dance floor, then Dick extended his hand wordlessly. Jane accepted with a smile and they glided effortlessly into the sea of bodies to become an island unto themselves.
“Are you looking forward to going back?” Jane asked as they eased around the floor.
Dick looked at her thoughtfully, considering his response. “Not so much looking forward to it as feeling I am returning to where I belong. I wouldn’t have chosen war had I been given the choice, but since it is what has been handed me, I feel better suited to be out there fighting it than here teaching.”
“I understand you are the best teacher they’ve had come through here.”
Dick shrugged, something of a feat as he managed to continue dancing without missing a step. “Practical experience. It is easier to instill survival instincts when you’ve actually had to use them.”
“Perhaps you’ll return after this tour?”
“Perhaps, though I’d like to see this to the end. Who knows... maybe I’ll stay in the service. I’ve learned not to make plans past today. I never know what tomorrow will bring.”
“None of us do though really, do we?”
The conversation stalled after that and they were content to simply enjoy the dance. As it drew to a close, Dick started to lead Jane from the floor and back to their table only to find himself brought up short. He turned dark, questioning eyes in her direction and was charmed by the blush he saw crawling up her face.
“Jane?”
She took a deep breath. This was harder than she’d imagined it would be, and she’d imagined pretty difficult to start with.
He opened his arms and they started dancing again. He wasn’t sure if that was what she’d wanted, but it seemed to help her relax and for that he was glad. Now he waited patiently for her to speak as it was immediately apparent she had something on her mind.
“I, um... I just... uh, well... before everyone gets here and things get crazy, I just wanted to say thanks. The last two months....” She sighed. “I don’t know what made you decide to give me another chance after how cold I was to you, but I’m glad you did. It... well, it means a lot to me, and um... I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”
Dick smiled and Jane responded in pure reflex. “I’m glad I did too. I have some wonderful memories to take with me."
"So do I."
An awkward silence fell then. Finally Dick took the bull by the horns. "Look, I don't know what's gonna happen and once I ship out in the morning; I may never see you again if.... Would... would you be willing to stay in touch? Write me a letter now and then?"
"Can I ask you a question first? Be fairly blunt?"
"Um, sure, sure. I'll be as honest as I can."
"How come you never made a move on me?"
Dick blinked once... twice... a third time before clearing his throat. "Well, nothing like putting it right out there. May I ask why you're asking?"
Jane nodded slowly. "All my life, well, I learned pretty early that men only paid attention to me for one reason, and when they found out that wasn't part of the deal, I wasn't worth spending time with." Her hand came up unconsciously and covered the scar. "You've gone out of your way to spend time with me and never asked for anything except friendship in return. I'm just curious to know why."
Dick took Jane's hand and escorted her back to their table, gently seating her before taking his own chair. He reached across the table, easing her hand from her face and touching her cheek reverently before he clasped her hand in his own.
"Regardless of what you’ve been told or made to believe about yourself, you are still a beautiful woman and deserving of every courtesy a gentleman affords a lady. My mother, God rest her soul, would come back to tan my hide if I did anything less."
Tears framed Jane's violet eyes, though she refused to let them fall. "I wish I could have met your mother. She sounds like a wonderful woman."
Dick smiled. "She was. She would have liked you."
"I think I would have liked her too. Already I like her son."
Dick ducked his head in acknowledgment. "So in answer to your question – it wasn't for a lack of desire. It was simply a matter of respect."
Now the tears spilled, rolling silently down Jane's face. She leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips with hers, then smilingly wiped away the smudge of lipstick she'd left behind. "Thank you," she said softly. "You have no idea what that means to me." She grinned at his sudden blush. "I'd love to write to you if you'll promise to write back. It's hard to keep in touch one-sided, ya know."
"Absolutely," he said, taking a pen and small notepad from his inner pocket and scribbled something across a page before ripping the page out and passing the booklet to Jane. "This is my FPO. It may take a while before you hear from me – mail isn't very reliable out there sometimes. But we live for letters."
Jane passed the notepad back to Dick complete with her address. "Every week, I promise."
Whatever his answer would have been was lost in the melee that was their friends coming in to give Dick the send off they felt he deserved.
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I didn't see Dick Justice again after that, and several months later Jane and Edie were transferred out to another duty station at another hospital at another base. I always wondered what happened to them. After all, I know we won the war, but I also saw the cost of the price of freedom.
Several years after the war was over, I did have a visitor, but I never saw a face. The figure came and looked around, gently touching my doors and brick walls before leaving a bunch of flowers on the steps and departing without a backwards glance. I'd like to say they met someone at the end of the road, but honestly, I can't be sure. Times had taken a hard turn for me and I would miss a lot of life for a while.
Part 7
The Second World War was a shock for most of the people in this country. Not that is was happening because it had been raging in Europe for two years by the time December 7, 1941 rolled around. But the fact that Pearl Harbor was ‘suddenly and deliberately attacked by the Imperial forces of Japan’ was a very ugly awakening for the United States.
A young nation that was slowly recovering from a depression was abruptly thrust into a role as a military and world leader. Life became much more frantic as war production increased, and men and women were shipped off to the far reaches of the earth.
It was a time that brought a lot of changes in a lot of things. Women started working outside the home more as the men enlisted and were sent overseas to fight. More women joined the military as nurses, secretaries and aides. Men were more accepting of women in the workplace and the military even though their roles there were somewhat pigeonholed.
The human race has always taken baby steps towards equality and open mindedness, and this was yet another tiny rung on the ladder in the evolutionary cycle of human understanding.
For myself it was a time of great change. When the military moved into the neighborhood, it was decided that they needed a decent place to meet, and things altered rapidly for me then. A crew of workmen came in on a Monday morning, and ten days later I looked completely different on the inside.
My entire first floor was gutted, leaving only the original walls, the marble flooring and the safe in place. A bar was added where the ice cream counter had been and a coat checkroom was put in near the front door. The second floor was turned into a restaurant kitchen and the third floor became storage. And suddenly I was in the USO business.
So many uniforms went in and out of the doors, and it was hard to distinguish one from the other until the day that Marine Sgt. Dick Justice crossed the threshold. I knew then that something special was about to happen. There was just something about him....
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Dick Justice ran his hands across his very short crew cut. It occurred to him to be thankful it was short, because after the day he’d had with recruits, he’d have pulled it out by the roots if he could have actually gotten hold of it. This was one of the days he actually missed being out in the field even under Nazi fire.
It was 1943, and after eighteen months and three purple hearts Dick Justice had been ordered home to teach raw recruits how to stay alive when they were dumped on the beaches of Europe and the Pacific. So far his companies had the highest success rates for survival, and his superiors were pressing him to stay Stateside and continue to teach.
He had accepted the assignment temporarily though, to take care of his mother’s affairs when she passed away. He had been promised he would be returned to the real war after no more than six months at home, and he was fighting tooth and nail to get back there before he lost his mind.
He had been home for four months and had passed through three companies of recruits. He had wrapped up the last of his mother’s business after a month and had spent his free time packing up and closing his childhood home. That had taken longer than he expected, but when he was done he found himself at something of a loose end.
One of his fellow Drill Instructors suggested the USO, and after a bit of consideration Dick decided that that would do nicely. They were rumored to have some of the best food in the city, and he knew there would be women to talk to who wouldn’t expect him to pay for the opportunity.
He smiled at that thought. It had been a long time since he’d been with a woman on even a friendly basis. War had done away with a lot of courtesies, and just having the opportunity to talk to someone, particularly a woman, about anything other than troop movements or gunnery placements or anything else non-war related was more than enough reason for Dick to whistle as he showered and dressed in his Class ‘A’ uniform.
He smoothed the material of his shirt down and reached for his tunic, taking a moment to note the different ribbons it sported. He could remember clearly the reason for every single one and wondered briefly about his desire to return to the horror that was war. Then he pushed the memories aside and shrugged into the jacket, buttoning it and pulling it straight before taking a last look in the mirror. Then he headed out the door and down to the USO at the corner of Franklyn & Rhodes.
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Jane Hooten stood in front of the mirror debating with herself for the umpteenth time about going over to the USO. Because she wore a nurse’s uniform, most of the men there seemed to think she was interested in giving them a more up close and personal version of a physical. The fact that she was an officer as well didn’t seem to faze them. They seemed to think that her scarred face would make her more willing to accept their advances.
It hadn’t taken long for her to show them the error of such presumption and she had been thankful for her father’s patience in teaching her to defend herself at an early age. He’d known with her disfigurement and a last name that invited teasing that Jane would need the ability protect herself from the cruelty that would visit itself on her.
She sighed again. She had no real desire to go to the USO tonight, but she and her fellow nurses were throwing a going away party for one of their own who was being transferred overseas, and she had promised her best friend Edie that she’d show. A smile crossed Jane’s face. She and Edie had been best friends since they’d been born in delivery rooms side-by-side twenty something years ago. And two more opposites you couldn’t imagine. Edie was outgoing and always doing her best to encourage Jane to try and do more.
Just thinking of her made her appear, for at that very moment Jane heard Edie’s voice call out, “Let’s go, Owl! There are men waiting to buy us drinks and we are women who want to dance!!”
Jane just shook her head as she chuckled and grabbed her tunic. She slid it on and walked out the bedroom door still buttoning. “You’re a wanton woman, Edie Miller.”
“And this is news to who exactly, Owl? Now will you come on before all the good guys are taken?” Edie looped her arm through Jane’s and tugged her towards the door. “I have a feeling tonight’s gonna be your lucky night!”
Jane rolled her eyes. With her blonde hair and violet eyes she was considered striking, but all Jane saw when she looked in the mirror was the tall, gangly youth she’d been. And even with Edie’s persistence she’d never gotten past that image of herself. She didn’t give Edie the response that was on the tip of her tongue but instead followed dutifully along to the waiting sedan.
The building was crowded and noisy when they walked inside, and Jane immediately wondered again why she had agreed to come here. A cheer went up from their friends, and Edie took Jane’s hand and pulled her through the crowd to the table.
“Hi, guys!” Edie gushed. “Wild night, huh?”
The women around the table cheered and one of them beckoned a waitress over to order another round of drinks. “Oh, yeah,” Nancy answered. “The band is swinging,” motioning to the slightly raised bandstand at the far end of the building. “And the Marines are in town and spending money,” gesturing towards the bar area.
Jane followed Nancy’s directions and turned towards a rowdy bunch of Marines who stood laughing and carrying on as they crowded together at one end of the bar. Then her attention was caught by a sergeant that sat just slightly apart from the rest. He was looking around the room with an appearance of... intrigue? Disgust? Frustration? Jane wasn’t quite sure what the expression on his face could be described as, but it was interesting to her.
So interesting as a matter of fact that it was only when the man just slightly lifted a dark brow over an equally dark eye that she realized they had been staring at one another. Her face flushed and she looked away, amazed that her friends hadn’t noticed her absorption in the handsome Marine. Then she realized that mere seconds had passed and not the lifetimes she’d felt go by.
Edie pulled on her arm and she sat down and took a menu, wondering if she’d get the nerve to go say hello. Then she dismissed the idea as something she knew wouldn’t happen and forced her attention to the bill of fare in her hands, trying not to feel the sting of tears or the inexplicable sharp pang of loss.
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Dick watched the action around him with an observant eye, not really feeling part of the melee taking place. He appreciated the music with an abstract ear, noting the almost frantic movements that comprised what seemed to be the latest dance craze. He watched his comrades-in-arms drinking and carrying on like there was no tomorrow. He smiled sadly. Out of them all, he understood that concept all too clearly. He also knew that no amount of drinking would make the fear or the nightmares go away.
A harried waitress set a full plate of food in front of him and refilled his soda without comment. He smiled his thanks, then turned his attention back to watching the room as he absently began to eat.
Dick let his eyes wander casually from table to table, seeing several young couples, a few rowdy servicemen, lots of USO hostesses and a large group of female officers at a big table near the dance floor. Everyone in the room seemed to be in high spirits but him; instead he felt an odd detachment from what was going on around him.
He continued eating and watching, enjoying the food and being entertained by the rest. The waitress had come by and filled his glass again, thanking him for his patience with a pat on the arm. He smiled and thanked her, giving her a good tip when he paid his bill. Then he turned his attention back to the room while he finished his drink.
Dick was nearly done and debating the wisdom of staying. He had already been approached by three different women - a hostess who’d lightly flirted and two who’d been much more blatant about their interest. He had politely but firmly pushed them all away, feeling uncomfortable with their attentions. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he knew what he didn’t.
A cheer went up from the group of women near the dance floor, and he turned his dark head to see what had garnered such an enthusiastic response. He clamped down hard on his jaw when he saw her.
The two women who had just walked in and joined the table were striking. The short brunette was tugging her taller friend toward their friends, talking animatedly. But it was the tall blonde that captured his attention.
She looked like she was as unsure of being here as he was, and he continued to stare as she looked nonchalantly around the room. When their eyes met they held, and he could feel the weight of her stare in his very soul. It occurred to him to wonder if she was staring because of his decorations or... and then he realized that he was returning the stare with equal fervor and his brow cocked above his eye. She tore her gaze away from his and the loss he felt was palpable.
Dick watched as her friend pulled her into a chair and handed her a menu. Then he saw her shoulders slump slightly as her focus turned away from him and to the paper in front of her.
The sergeant kept staring, unable to tear his eyes from her form. There was something about her he found fascinating, aside from her striking good looks. She held herself differently from those around her, and though it was clear she was an accepted part of their group she seemed separate from it as well.
Finally he stood and made his way towards her table, intent on at least introducing himself. It never dawned on him that he was mixing ranks or services. He had found what he’d been searching for, and he was determined to do his best to capture it for himself... protocol be damned.
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Edie was in the perfect position to see both the bar and the dance floor. At first she was caught up watching the endless parade of dancers on the floor. There was a group of youngsters who were trying some moves she’d never actually seen before and she watched them, intrigued. That was something she was going to need to learn how to do.
She was contemplating asking one of the boys... she hesitated to call them young men; not one of them looked old enough to shave. But she was thinking of asking one of the boys if they’d be willing to teach her the steps when something else caught her attention.
Edie turned her head slightly to have a better view of the bar without losing track of the conversation at the table. She watched as the handsome Marine sergeant stared at her best friend until she wondered if she should check Jane for holes or burn marks. Though many men had taken the opportunity to stare over the years, none had focused with the intensity that the Marine seemed to have.
Their food came and was greeted with another round of cheers though Edie noticed that Jane did not participate. Not that she’d been expecting anything different really, but she had hoped to cultivate the wild side she just knew Jane had buried somewhere beneath the cool exterior she showed the world. Edie sighed to herself. At least Jane had come and was enjoying the food and conversation. And if that Marine had his way, Edie was betting on Jane enjoying more than that before the night was over.
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Jane looked up when she felt a presence at her back, then hurriedly returned her eyes to her plate. Conversation at the table halted as the group of Navy nurses sized up the Marine sergeant that stood behind Jane’s chair. He nodded politely to the group.
“Excuse me, ladies. I was wondering if you might like to dance,” looking directly at Jane. Edie not-so-subtly nudged her and Jane glanced up briefly. Dick lost himself in her violet eyes, not realizing that he was staring. Jane misunderstood his look and dropped her eyes. Then her head jerked up when Edie answered for her.
“Yes, she’d loved to dance!”
“EDIE!” Jane hissed. She turned to Dick, and for the first time he noticed her scarred face. “I’m sorry, Sergeant. My friend,” and she glared at Edie hard enough to peel paint, “spoke out of turn.”
Dick was unfazed. Instead he held out a hand. “Please?”
The rest of the table held their breaths. Never had any man pursued so politely once they’d been refused by the Ice Queen, especially after getting a good look at her imperfect features. Several had presumed to force their attentions, but Jane had always proven more than equal on that front.
“One dance,” Dick pleaded. “If I am that bad, I won’t bother you again. Marine’s honor.”
Jane looked at his decorations, noting that they spoke of his courage and bravery under fire. She made sure he was well able to see her disfigurement, and when he didn’t flinch or turn away in disgust she sighed and put her hand in his.
“One dance, Sergeant. But it will have to be something besides this jitterbug stuff these kids are doing. My body is too old to contort into some of the positions they are jiggling into.”
Dick chuckled, and the sound inexplicably warmed Jane’s heart. “My name is Dick Justice, ma’am, and don’t worry. I’m not sure I could do that either.”
“Well, Dick. I’m Jane and if you can get the band to play some adult music, I’d be happy to share that dance with you.”
The girls at the table simply stared after them as Dick led Jane to the edge of the dance floor and then eased to where the bandleader stood. After a brief word the music came to a halt and changed into something that flowed seamlessly. A cheer went up from the people over twenty, and the floor quickly filled up with couples.
Dick offered his hand to Jane and they slid onto the dance floor as though they had been a couple for years. Edie and her tablemates watched with open mouths.
“I’ll be damned!” Edie exclaimed. “Tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing!”
“I’m seeing Ice Princess Owl out on the dance floor with a Marine sergeant looking for all the world like she is glad to be there.”
“Jess, be nice!”
“Edie, I was being nice. C’mon, we all love Jane. She’s a great gal and she’s never let any of us down. But she’s hidden herself behind walls that no one has been able to breach. We can only be so friendly with her before she hides behind those walls like she expects one of us to, I dunno.... Take advantage of her and hurt her somehow?”
“It’s true,” Mary Elizabeth agreed. “We’ve tried many times to be friendly, but she’s always brushing us off. You’re the only person close to her, and I think that is only because you guys grew up together.”
They kept their attention focused on the couple on the dance floor. “You’re right, but you have to put yourself in Janie’s shoes. She’s always been an ugly duckling....” Every woman at the table turned and faced Edie with a look of disbelief. Edie held up her hands in surrender. “That is how she sees herself. And she’s never been able to get past that. She only sees the disfigured kid she was.”
“My God! You have got to be kidding me,” Laura exclaimed. “I don’t even see her scar when I look at her.” Murmurs of agreement went around the table.
“I know, I know. But she does.” The music segued into a slower tune, but instead of leaving the floor Dick and Jane continued to dance together.
“Well,” Frannie commented as they all turned back to their meals but snuck glances at the couple on the dance floor. “I think she may have finally met the right fella. You will all have to keep me posted on how this turns out. I want an invitation to the wedding if there is one.”
The table whooped and Dick and Jane turned from their conversation at the commotion.
“Wonder what that is all about?” Dick asked before he turned his attention back to the woman in his arms. He hated to call her attention to it since he was quite content to stay where he was for a while. They had continued to dance even though the music had change song and rhythm. But the amount of noise the nurses had created made it difficult to ignore them.
Jane looked at them and shrugged, not any easy feat to do while they continued to dance but somehow she managed it. “I dunno. Maybe they were toasting Frannie. She is shipping out in the morning... headed to Pearl.”
“So that’s why ya’ll are here tonight then? Giving her a send-off?”
“Yeah. We all got shipped here out of officer training though Edie and I have been friends since the cradle.”
“Edie?”
“Yeah, the big-mouthed one who said I would dance with you.”
“I see. I think I should buy her a drink.”
Jane froze in his arms for an instant then chuckled. “So should I,” she said, happily snuggling infinitesimally closer. Not much but Dick could tell the difference in her embrace. “I think you are the first human being that has asked me to dance in... well, forever.”
“I don’t believe that. A beautiful woman like yourself must have scores of men and officers falling at her feet. Can’t believe a lowly Marine Corps sergeant got your attention first.”
Jane looked up at him to gauge his sincerity, and she found herself desperately wanting to believe him. But too many years of ridicule growing up and self-recrimination as an adult had burned her too often and it made her leery of trusting her instincts. Dick felt the shift immediately when she moved away from him, and he wondered what he had said to upset her. The song came to an end and Jane stepped even farther back.
“I believe the dance is over, Sergeant.”
“Indeed it is, ma’am, to my great dismay. Perhaps we could do it again sometime?”
“I don’t think so, Sergeant,” Jane answered as she began walking back to her table. She might have made good her escape, but Dick was quick to catch her hand and lay it on his arm as he gallantly escorted her back and held her chair for her to be seated. He sketched a slight bow to the table.
“Thank you, ladies, for allowing me to borrow your lovely companion for a few moments. I hope you all have a very nice evening, and which of you is Frannie?” He turned to the redhead and addressed her directly. “Good luck in Pearl. Now if you will all excuse me, I will bid you goodnight.”
He nodded to them all though his eyes lingered on Jane who refused to meet them. Edie noticed and made a note to seek the sergeant out at a later date. The entire table of women, sans Jane, watched in silence as he retrieved his cover from the checkroom then strode out the door without a backwards glance.
“Wow,” Ellen said quietly from her place. “I didn’t think they still made men like that anymore. His mama must be quite a woman to have instilled manners like that.”
“Ain’t that the truth?” Becca spoke up. “Lord knows my sister fights day and night with her two trying to give them manners enough. Nice to know it can eventually come to something.”
“Oh, I know,” Martha answered. “Mama used to be very firm about our behavior especially in public.” She looked around the room. “Gotta wonder what some of these kids’ mamas would say if they saw them now.” The women all looked around and winced and the conversation moved on to other things.
No one else seemed to notice the change in Jane’s demeanor, but Edie did. And she resolved then and there to do something about it if she could.
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The next few days Edie spent searching for the sergeant who appeared to have cast a spell on Jane. Jane had been happy, sad, angry, though Edie was at a loss to determine at whom and pensive by turn. At any given time, Edie would come upon Jane having a quiet conversation with herself though Jane brushed it off as nothing when Edie asked her about it.
When she finally located him Edie sent Dick a cryptic note, hoping he would be intrigued enough to show up.
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Dick stopped just outside the USO and looked at the door, then walked away just as swiftly as he’d come. He repeated this process two more times before halting in front of the door again, mumbling to himself. It wasn’t til a hand landed on his shoulder that he realized what he was doing.
“Justice?”
The sergeant whipped around so quickly in a defensive stance that his comrade would have been severely hurt had not his reaction been so swift. As it was, he felt the breeze go by his face.
“Collins?” Dick pulled back and automatically straightened his tunic, smiling when he noticed Collins echo his motions. “Sorry, Buddy. I didn’t know you were behind me. What can I do for you?”
“Nothing. You were talking to yourself, and I though maybe you needed help.”
“Oh, um... no. Just working something out in my mind.”
“Women troubles, huh?” Collins laughed at the surprised look on Dick’s face. “Don’t look so surprised, Justice. You’ve got the look every other man contemplating women has had. It’s a universal thing I bet. You wanna join us for a drink while you think?”
Justice looked around and saw a few of the other sergeants from the training battalions and blushed. “Thanks, guys, but no. I think I need to take care of this before drinking. ‘Preciate the invite, though.”
Collins nodded his head and slapped him on the back. It wasn’t an unexpected answer. Justice had seen more of the war than the rest of them put together and it made him a little aloof. “Well, you’re welcome to join us if things don’t pan out for you.”
Dick nodded and watched them walk in, then he took a deep breath and girded his loins as he stepped into the lion’s den.
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Edie had been watching for him, and she stood up and waved him over when she saw him hesitate in the doorway. She felt a little guilty meeting Dick almost clandestinely like this, but she had to find out what had happened to Jane. She was certain it had something to do with the Marine sergeant who was rapidly approaching her table. Edie remained seated and motioned Dick to a seat as he arrived. He sat down and looked at her curiously.
“Edie, right?” he asked politely, taking note of the fact that she was conspicuously NOT dressed in her military uniform. He wouldn’t have presumed the familiarity otherwise.
She nodded and extended her hand, which he accepted and pressed lightly before releasing. “Good memory, Sergeant. What are you drinking?”
“Oh, um, a Coke please.”
Edie laughed. “Living large, huh?” She looked at the young USO waitress. “Two Cokes, please.” The young woman nodded, and silence fell over the table as the two turned their attention to the dance floor by common, unspoken consent – Edie because she wanted no interruptions while they talked, and Dick because he would wait for the officer to share what was on her mind.
The server came back quickly with their drinks and Edie laid the money on the table before Dick could make a move for his wallet.
“My treat, Sergeant. I asked you to meet me here, remember?”
“Yes, ma’am, but a gentleman never lets a lady pay.”
Edie nodded. “Perhaps, but the officer is treating this time.”
He flushed though whether it was more in anger or embarrassment, he couldn’t have rightly said. “Is this a military matter then, Lieutenant?”
Edie shook her head, realizing by the fire burning in the nearly black eyes that she had mis-stepped badly. “No! No, Ser... may I call you Dick?” She waited for his brisk nod, understanding that it was only his good manners that held him in the chair at this point.
“I apologize, Dick. You are so different from most of the men... can’t even call them that really... most of the kids I deal with everyday. They see a woman instead of an officer. Sometimes their behavior gets to be a little much, and I feel the need to remind them who’s in charge. You just caught me at the end of a very long day of that, and I’m sorry.”
“Apology accepted, ma... I mean, Edie,” he corrected when she held up her hand. “This is... this is not the world I grew up in, and sometimes I feel terribly out of place.” He motioned around them. “This building... this room, actually, was an ice cream parlor during the earliest parts of my growing up years.”
“What happened?”
He shrugged. “I was still a young boy, but I think it was a territory war.”
Edie’s eyes widened. “Really?” She looked around again with newly appreciative eyes. “This building must have quite the stories to tell.”
Dick followed her glance and nodded his agreement. “I imagine so. It’s been here for a very long time.” He sucked in a breath. “But I’m fairly confident you didn’t ask me here to talk about the history of this old building, and you could have gotten any number of men here to join you for a Coke even those who would have taken advantage of you treating,” he added with a twinkle.
Edie blushed. “Ya gotta love a man who just puts it out there on the table. You can buy the next round, Dick, ‘cause this will probably take a little while.”
The Marine lifted his hand and signaled their waitress, then sat back comfortably until she had brought them each another Coke.
“You have the floor, Edie. What’s on your mind?”
Edie flushed, a little embarrassed by her audacity now that the moment was here. “Dick, what did you think about Jane, honestly?” came the blunt words from her lips. She cringed a little at how brusque they sounded in her ears, but the Sergeant seemed to take the question in stride. The only sign of his unease was the wrinkle in his brow as he mulled over his answer.
Finally he looked directly at her and she was caught in the dark regard of his almost black eyes. “Why?”
Edie shook her head. “It’s important.” She took a deep breath. “You share and then I’ll explain.”
He looked at her a moment longer, as though gauging her response. Then he offered up a ragged sigh.
“I found her to be beautiful, charming, very engaging though a bit shy, a good dancer....” He trailed off. “I’m not sure what you are looking for here,” he added honestly though his confusion was evident, and he opened his hands in a pleading gesture that was not lost on Edie.
“All that from a couple dances?”
He nodded.
“Would you consider... hmm, this is very personal, but is Jane a woman you would consider dating?”
The Marine’s eyes grew big. “That is extremely personal. I would have if she’d given me the least inkling that my attentions would be welcome. Why are you asking?”
Edie blew out a breath. “It’s a very long and drawn out story. Let’s order some dinner, and I’ll explain.”
Chapter XII
“So you’re telling me that the beautiful woman I danced with last week sees herself as an ugly duckling?” Dick shook his head disbelievingly. “Um, has she looked in a mirror lately, Edie?”
Edie studied the dark eyes across from her intently. She was startled by the sincerity in them. “You mean that, don’t you?”
Now it was Dick’s turn to return her look. “Excuse me? Edie, you can’t tell me you can’t see just how gorgeous Jane is?”
Edie smiled. She liked this Marine sergeant and had an inkling her best friend more than liked him. Or she would if she’d just give him a chance. He’d obviously gotten under her skin, judging by Jane’s sudden emotional turmoil.
“Dick, I’ve always known she was a beautiful woman... inside and out. But I wasn’t kidding you; there are defenses against years of teasing and hurtful comments that Jane has built up around herself. You’re the first man to ever completely disregard her scar and simply treat her like the lady she is without expecting something for it.”
Edie was surprised to look up and see the rage burning in those dark brown eyes.
“Tell me she hasn’t been... you mean... she hasn’t....” Fury made him tongue-tied and he simply clasped his hands hard together on the tabletop.
“Life hasn’t always been easy for her, Dick and many people, not just men, have been unkind. Jane’s daddy made sure she was able to fight back and protect herself physically, but he was never able to shield her from the emotional scars that were inflicted on her. It’s made it hard for her to trust enough to make friends even as an adult.”
Silence fell for a time after that, and the waitress came by and refilled their coffee cups with a nod. Dick turned his attention to what Edie had shared with him only vaguely aware of her scrutiny. Edie, meanwhile, let her thoughts wander to what a match this Marine would make for her friend Jane. He was quiet and serious, and judging by the decorations on his coat, brave and courageous. Yet despite that and the war-weariness she could see in his eyes, those deep brown eyes also twinkled with mischief and delight. Just the type of man Jane needed to bring... something... into her life. And in Edie’s opinion, it was time for Jane to have something.
“Why did you tell me all this?” Dick asked abruptly, snapping Edie from her internal reverie.
“Hmm?” stalling momentarily to get her thoughts in order. “Oh, well,” dropping her eyes to the table and then looking up into his serious ones. “Can I be perfectly frank with you?”
“Please,” he responded. “I’d prefer it.”
She cleared her throat. “You touched something in Jane... got under her skin. She has been moody all week.”
Dick chuckled softly. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”
Edie laughed sympathetically. “You have no idea. It’s nice to see her human side even if I’m the only one who can tell just what kind of an effect you had on her.”
“So you want me to...?” He sighed. “Edie, as much as I’d like to pursue her she made it pretty clear she wasn’t interested. I don’t generally go where I’m not wanted; at least not in personal matters. Besides, I’m not gonna be here much longer. Is that really fair to her?”
Edie folded her hands and lifted then to her lips as she contemplated his words. Finally she drew a deep breath and put her hands down, looking him directly in the eye.
“Dick, you’ve seen war and lived through the worst parts of what it means,” motioning to the ribbons on his chest. “But you did live through it and you’ve taken the opportunity to really live at least a little bit since then, haven’t you?”
He flushed slightly and nodded his head, not feeling the need to elaborate on the subject. But Edie understood what he wasn’t saying and nodded sagely.
“Jane has been fighting a war all her life. At first there was a lot physical fighting, fists and feet flying to defend herself against the taunts and unwanted advances her disfigurement made her susceptible to. She got a reputation though, and even here, hundred of miles from home, it followed her’ although I think it has as much to do with the looks she conveys as much as anything. Now it is mostly an emotional war and that’s something that she’s always had to deal with – the biting comments, the laughter, the harsh teasing. There have always been people who have tried to take advantage and make fun.”
Dick growled low in his throat before he could school his features and sigh deeply. “Okay... I understand what you are saying, but how...? What does it have to do with me?”
Edie rubbed her hand across her eyes. “I’m not explaining this very well.”
“Well, your explaining seems to be all right; it’s just my understanding that is a mite slow.”
Edie chuckled. “Always the gentleman,” she said, shaking her head softly. “I guess... I guess what I’m trying to say is this – Jane’s whole life has been a fight. Even now as an adult with a circle of friends who don’t even notice her scar, she is still fighting because she’s never moved past the image she has of herself and there is always gonna be some thoughtless kid who brings attention to it. You’re one of the few to overlook it, and the very first man who has ever caught her attention.”
He waited, though by now he had a pretty good idea of where she was going.
She blew out a breath. “I’m asking you, if you have even the slightest interest in who she is as a person, to give Jane the chance to live a little.”
“But....”
She held up her hands. “I’m not asking for a lifetime commitment, Dick. I’m not even asking for moonlight and roses, all right? What I’m saying is maybe the two of you can have some fun; share some laughs; just enjoy life together for a while.”
“Okay, but again... is that fair to her?” He pinned her eyes directly and Edie returned his stare evenly.
“Well, I guess that depends on how upfront and honest you are with her at the beginning, doesn’t it?” Edie blew out a breath and shook her head. “Never mind,” she said dejectedly. “I just thought....” She started to rise from her seat only to be stopped by the light pressure of his hand on hers. She looked at him questioningly and he simply indicated her seat.
Edie sank back into the chair and Dick leaned back in his. “Edie, I want you to look at this from my point of view for a minute, all right?” He waited for her nod. “Okay then,” he continued when he got it. “I’m a Marine Sergeant who is just an average Joe outside of the uniform. If war hadn’t come, I’d probably be a mill worker here in this very town, and I doubt I would have ventured outside the city limits.”
“I think that’s probably true for most of us, Dick,” she interrupted him. “I mean the traveling part. We all would have stayed in our cozy little niches back wherever home is for us. What does that have to do with...?”
Now he held up his hands for silence and she meekly complied. Dick gave her a charming half-smile. “I just wanted you to know the truth about me before I went any further. My problem here is you want me to... well, it just feels like its taking advantage of someone who has already had enough grief in life. Playing with her affections without any real regard for her feelings.”
Edie sat staring wide-eyed at him, sparing a wistful thought for more men like the one that sat before her. She cleared her throat before she started speaking.
“All right... I didn’t think about it like that. All I saw was the fact that for the first time in her life, someone – you – had finally managed to crack her icy exterior facade and get under her skin. I just... I just....” She held her hands out helplessly, unable to finish her thought.
Dick sat quietly for a few moments, his thoughts focused inwards. Edie turned her unseeing attention to the dance floor, wondering miserably how what had seemed like such a good idea only an hour before had become such a thoughtless, hateful gesture on her part. She was so deep in thought she jumped when Dick laid his hand on her arm.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but you didn’t answer when I called you.”
Edie flushed slightly. “Sorry. I was just thinking about what you said.”
“So was I,” he cut in before she could continue. “I would be willing, IF,” he said with emphasis, “and ONLY IF Jane would agree to it. I told you I was interested when I saw her. The only reason I haven’t pursued it was because of her obvious apathy towards me.”
Edie chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry, Dick. I can say fairly confidently that there is no apathy in her reaction to you. I’ll talk to her... let her know you’re interested in getting together.” A pause. “Say, do you have some buddies that you could bring along?” His eyebrows rose into his hairline and Edie’s chuckle turned into soft laughter.
“No, wait... I mean... that didn’t come out at all the way I intended it to. What I was thinking that maybe if it was a group of us just at first, Jane might be more amenable to it.”
Dick sat quietly, letting his mind review the scuttlebutt he’d heard around his company. “I have just the thing... I think. There’s supposed to be a base-wide picnic next Saturday. Mostly for the staff, I believe, though everyone is invited. Do you think she’d be willing to go to something like that?”
“I’ll ask....” Edie started.
“No. If I’m going to take her out, I’m going to treat her like the lady she is and ask her myself. I’d just like to know I’m not gonna get shot down before I can even get my foot in the door to ask her.”
Edie nodded slowly. “Well, we talked about it, but I think she’s scheduled herself for duty that day.”
Dick blew out a breath. “It couldn’t be easy, huh?” He twiddles his thumbs. “Does someone need to be on duty that day?”
“Unfortunately yes. It is a hospital, and there are gonna be patients regardless of what else is going on.” She paused. “However....” she went on, tapping her nails against her teeth. “I think a memo went out last week instructing the department heads to schedule it so folks could work in rotating shifts. That way everyone had a chance to go.” She gave Dick a sardonic smirk. “I think they just want a good hospital turnout.”
Dick smiled. “Wouldn’t surprise me a bit. I imagine there’s a bit of competition between the units.”
“You, sir, are a master of understatement.”
“All part of being a Marine, ma’am. Never tell ‘em all you know, and never let ‘em see ya sweat.”
Edie laughed. “I like the motto though ‘Semper Fi’ is easier to remember.”
“It’s easier to teach to raw recruits too. Much less for their minds to focus on learning while their bodies are busy being developed into Marines.”
At Edie’s motion, their waitress approached once more, this time with their bill. They both reached for it, then hesitated. With a laugh Edie snatched it up. “Dutch treat, Dick. This wasn’t a date, and I don’t think your sense of self would allow me to treat.”
“All right, Edie. Thank you for your charming company. I will try to come by the hospital tomorrow. Then at least Jane won’t feel like I’m infringing on her personal space.”
“Good thinking. We have early shifts all month – six in the morning to six in the evening. If you can get there close to the end of shift, it’d probably be best.”
“I can do that.” He rose and moved to pull her seat back, and Edie wondered why she was working so hard to set her best friend with this catch instead of trying to snag him herself. Then she remembered Jane’s expression when she had looked at Dick and his in return and the frustration Jane had been having since their dance.
“You’re a very good friend, Edie. Not many folks I know of would have gone to this kind of trouble even for a best friend.”
“Most folks don’t have a friend like Jane either. I’m glad to be able to do something for her for a change. It’s nice.”
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Now of course I couldn’t be there at the hospital the following day. I’ve never been able to just pick up and go even when things were interesting. But I was able to follow the story as the next couple parts actually took place here within these walls, and boy... was I glad to have had a front row seat.
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It was the Saturday evening of the base picnic. Dick hadn’t managed to convince Jane to join him for that event, but she had agreed to join him for dinner that evening if he promised that it was a one-time event. She would go to dinner and he would never ask her again. He agreed, stipulating that a lady always had a right to change her mind and he was going to do his military best to ensure that she did. That coaxed a reluctant smile from her despite her best efforts and that more than anything gave him hope for the future.
He seated her and then himself, and they waited for the waitress to take their orders before beginning any sort of conversation. Jane idly played with the flowers that only seemed to grace their table. It was awkward at first. Jane was hesitant to talk about herself so Dick decided to tell her a little about himself and the town and the building they were in. It took a while - the better part of dinner, in fact - but finally Jane started warming up to him and the conversation.
“So you really grew up here? It’s a lovely little town. How did you manage to get stationed here?”
A shadow crossed Dick’s face, and involuntarily Jane reached out to him in a natural display of sympathy. He looked down at her hand holding his and he felt the warmth of the clasp down to his toes. She was a warm, caring woman, and that couldn’t help but shine through despite the prickly front she put up to shield herself. Dick raised pained brown eyes to Jane’s.
“My mother passed away four months ago. The doc said she was tired, and I think he was right. And she really missed my dad.”
“I’m terribly sorry to hear that, Ser... sorry, Dick. As horrible as death is in war, it’s expected. As kids, we never expect our parents to grow old and die. They’re like our heroes, aren’t they? Always there... always making everything better. I know my dad did that for me.”
“Tell me about him?”
And so they shared bits and pieces about their childhoods and their families. It was an equal exchange and they were so engrossed in their talk that neither noticed the time passing. It was only when the bandleader announced last call that they realized how late the time had grown. Jane looked flustered and Dick blushed, unable to believe they had spent more than four hours simply talking.
He rose and held out his hand. “Will you share the last dance of the evening with me?”
Jane looked at him, seeing only sincerity in his eyes. No mocking, no laughter. She extended her own hand and allowed him to pull her from her chair and lead her to the dance floor.
Slowly they twirled around the room one of many couples enjoying what bit of peace they could find on a war-torn night in a war-weary world. As the last note was drawn out, they walked slowly towards the coat checkroom as though trying to extend the evening by mutual, unspoken consent.
“Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Jane. I had a wonderful evening.”
Jane smiled nervously, glad there were several others ahead of them who also needed hats and coats. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” She swallowed hard and laid a tentative hand on his arm. “I um... I really enjoyed the time we spent together.”
“Enough to change your mind? After all, I did tell you I was gonna do my military best to ensure that outcome.”
“Yes, you did,” Jane agreed quietly. Her eyes dropped to the ground and she appeared to be studying it intently. Finally just as they reached the counter, she looked up again. “Yes, I think so.”
Dick looked back at her and smiled, his eyes conveying the happiness he didn’t feel comfortable sharing in front of strangers. He handed the girl their claim checks and held Jane’s coat, then offered her his arm as they stepped out into the crisp, cool night.
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They became regulars after that. Every Saturday night they came and sat, talking for hours and closing the place down with the final dance, and always their table held a unique bouquet of flowers that none of the others had. Sometimes they would come in during the week with others, but Saturdays were reserved for them alone, and only on Saturdays were the flowers to be found.
For eight weeks they came in as a couple and then came the last Saturday I saw them together.
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It was wet and rainy and the USO was packed. People were desperate to get out of the weather and away from the doom and gloom of more war reports. Even when battles were won, there were always casualties. Men who died defending freedom and it seemed like someone always knew someone who’d been killed or knew someone who had lost someone. The USO was the best escape for that it seemed, and everyone had the same idea that Saturday evening.
Dick was glad for the foresight he’d had in reserving a prime table near the dance floor for this last night together. He’d finally gotten his orders and was shipping out to the Pacific theatre the following morning. He studied his reflection in the mirror as he readied himself to go pick up Jane from the hospital.
Theirs had been an interesting friendship to watch develop. Once Jane had allowed him admittance into her life, things had progressed naturally and comfortably for both of them. They had become friends and confidantes and found they had as many common interests as they did opposing viewpoints and opinions. It had made life fun and conversation lively at the very least.
He wondered if things would have been different between them if he hadn’t been leaving. He figured one reason Jane might have been willing to give him a chance was because she knew he wasn’t asking anything from her except her friendship. So it might have been better that he was leaving; at least they’d have good memories to look back on one day.
On the other hand, he had to wonder what might have become of them if he’d stayed. Would she have opened up to him or would she have remained the cool, aloof professional nurse he’d first met? He smiled to himself in the mirror. Nothing was going to answer his questions except the lady herself, and he damned sure wasn’t going to ask her. He accepted that they had changed one another for better or worse, and that was enough. Anything else would have to be put to the side of could-have-beens and left there.
For now though, he had a date for the evening, and nothing was going to interfere with one last frivolity before he returned to the reality of war.
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“So how do you feel about Dick leaving, Owl?”
Jane kept her face to her mirror, not wanting Edie to see the pensiveness that question caused her. She shrugged as casually as she could manage. “It’s what he feels he needs to do. Given his record I might do the same.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Jane.”
“Sorry, Edie. Best I can do for you right now.” She glanced at her watch. “He should be here any minute. Are ya’ll still planning to surprise him?”
“Yep. The club MC knows all about it.”
“All right.” Jane’s blonde head turned at the sound of a knock. “Gotta love a man who’s punctual,” she muttered but Edie heard her. Her heart ached for her friend, and she felt bad for pushing them towards each other, especially if it was going to break Jane’s heart. That had never been her intention and now....
“Hello, Dick,” she said as he crossed the threshold into the room.
“Hi, Edie,” he replied with a smile, taking Jane’s raincoat and holding it open for her to slip into. “Be glad you’re not going out right now,” he said as Jane tied a rain bonnet over her hair. “It’s nasty out there.” He looked at Jane. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes. We’re not going to miss tonight. You owe me a dance.”
Dick smiled. “Yes I do,” he said, offering his arm. “Come, my lady... your chariot, soggy as it is, awaits.”
Both Jane and Edie laughed at his pronouncement. Then Jane and Dick were out the door and headed to the building at Franklyn & Rhodes. Edie took a moment to whisper a prayer to a God she was no longer sure was listening.
“Please watch over Jane tonight. I don’t want her to get hurt because of this.”
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The joint was jumping when Dick and Jane were led to their table and for a moment they both regretted the choice to spend their final evening at the USO. Then the bandleader spotted them and without any sort of fanfare shifted into what had become their song to dance to. They exchanged glances when the first chords rolled across the dance floor, then Dick extended his hand wordlessly. Jane accepted with a smile and they glided effortlessly into the sea of bodies to become an island unto themselves.
“Are you looking forward to going back?” Jane asked as they eased around the floor.
Dick looked at her thoughtfully, considering his response. “Not so much looking forward to it as feeling I am returning to where I belong. I wouldn’t have chosen war had I been given the choice, but since it is what has been handed me, I feel better suited to be out there fighting it than here teaching.”
“I understand you are the best teacher they’ve had come through here.”
Dick shrugged, something of a feat as he managed to continue dancing without missing a step. “Practical experience. It is easier to instill survival instincts when you’ve actually had to use them.”
“Perhaps you’ll return after this tour?”
“Perhaps, though I’d like to see this to the end. Who knows... maybe I’ll stay in the service. I’ve learned not to make plans past today. I never know what tomorrow will bring.”
“None of us do though really, do we?”
The conversation stalled after that and they were content to simply enjoy the dance. As it drew to a close, Dick started to lead Jane from the floor and back to their table only to find himself brought up short. He turned dark, questioning eyes in her direction and was charmed by the blush he saw crawling up her face.
“Jane?”
She took a deep breath. This was harder than she’d imagined it would be, and she’d imagined pretty difficult to start with.
He opened his arms and they started dancing again. He wasn’t sure if that was what she’d wanted, but it seemed to help her relax and for that he was glad. Now he waited patiently for her to speak as it was immediately apparent she had something on her mind.
“I, um... I just... uh, well... before everyone gets here and things get crazy, I just wanted to say thanks. The last two months....” She sighed. “I don’t know what made you decide to give me another chance after how cold I was to you, but I’m glad you did. It... well, it means a lot to me, and um... I’ve really enjoyed our time together.”
Dick smiled and Jane responded in pure reflex. “I’m glad I did too. I have some wonderful memories to take with me."
"So do I."
An awkward silence fell then. Finally Dick took the bull by the horns. "Look, I don't know what's gonna happen and once I ship out in the morning; I may never see you again if.... Would... would you be willing to stay in touch? Write me a letter now and then?"
"Can I ask you a question first? Be fairly blunt?"
"Um, sure, sure. I'll be as honest as I can."
"How come you never made a move on me?"
Dick blinked once... twice... a third time before clearing his throat. "Well, nothing like putting it right out there. May I ask why you're asking?"
Jane nodded slowly. "All my life, well, I learned pretty early that men only paid attention to me for one reason, and when they found out that wasn't part of the deal, I wasn't worth spending time with." Her hand came up unconsciously and covered the scar. "You've gone out of your way to spend time with me and never asked for anything except friendship in return. I'm just curious to know why."
Dick took Jane's hand and escorted her back to their table, gently seating her before taking his own chair. He reached across the table, easing her hand from her face and touching her cheek reverently before he clasped her hand in his own.
"Regardless of what you’ve been told or made to believe about yourself, you are still a beautiful woman and deserving of every courtesy a gentleman affords a lady. My mother, God rest her soul, would come back to tan my hide if I did anything less."
Tears framed Jane's violet eyes, though she refused to let them fall. "I wish I could have met your mother. She sounds like a wonderful woman."
Dick smiled. "She was. She would have liked you."
"I think I would have liked her too. Already I like her son."
Dick ducked his head in acknowledgment. "So in answer to your question – it wasn't for a lack of desire. It was simply a matter of respect."
Now the tears spilled, rolling silently down Jane's face. She leaned forward and lightly brushed his lips with hers, then smilingly wiped away the smudge of lipstick she'd left behind. "Thank you," she said softly. "You have no idea what that means to me." She grinned at his sudden blush. "I'd love to write to you if you'll promise to write back. It's hard to keep in touch one-sided, ya know."
"Absolutely," he said, taking a pen and small notepad from his inner pocket and scribbled something across a page before ripping the page out and passing the booklet to Jane. "This is my FPO. It may take a while before you hear from me – mail isn't very reliable out there sometimes. But we live for letters."
Jane passed the notepad back to Dick complete with her address. "Every week, I promise."
Whatever his answer would have been was lost in the melee that was their friends coming in to give Dick the send off they felt he deserved.
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I didn't see Dick Justice again after that, and several months later Jane and Edie were transferred out to another duty station at another hospital at another base. I always wondered what happened to them. After all, I know we won the war, but I also saw the cost of the price of freedom.
Several years after the war was over, I did have a visitor, but I never saw a face. The figure came and looked around, gently touching my doors and brick walls before leaving a bunch of flowers on the steps and departing without a backwards glance. I'd like to say they met someone at the end of the road, but honestly, I can't be sure. Times had taken a hard turn for me and I would miss a lot of life for a while.
Part 7
