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Rose ventures to the coast with her family to look for love.

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"Yeah, well, there's no accounting for tastes."

Just then two women approached us.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Woody, but there is someone who thinks you need to circulate and at least say hello to some of your old friends."

"What?" He said with a smile. "Who is this unreasonable scalawag who wants me to socialize?"

She punched him on the arm and said. "You know very well who it is."

He turned to me. "Captain Matthew Greig, I'd like you to meet my scalawag ... I mean wife."

I laughed. "It is an honor, Mrs. Davis." We shook hands.

"And this is our niece, Janet. Janet, Captain Matthew Greig."

"Another honor." I said as I shook hands with a very attractive brunette.

"Greig? Are you Norwegian, Captain?" She asked shaking my hand.

"Uh, no ma'am. I understand Greig is a variant of MacGregor, so is Scottish."

"Oh."

"Are you Norwegian?" I asked.

"Oh, no, but my favorite classical composer is Edvard Grieg and he is."

"Our names are spelled differently. Mine is spelled G-r-E-I-g. His is G-r-I-E-g."

"Come on, Woody, let's circulate." Said Colonel Davis' scalawag and they wandered off.

I looked at Janet. I saw that her glass was almost empty. "May I get you another drink?"
She looked at her glass. "Oh, yes, please." And we started walking toward the bar. Just as we got there, a Marlboro Man approached. For those of you who may not know, The Marlboro Man was used to advertise cigarettes when such advertising was permitted. He was always depicted as ruggedly handsome; with construction workers, firemen, and cowboys being popular images. Cowboys were the favorite. Anyway, this Marlboro Man came up to us.

"There you are. Are you ready to go?" He asked.

In an attempt at humor and before Janet could say anything I said, "Not yet. Maybe after another drink or two.

He ignored me and she laughed; and it was a beautiful sound. My bad joke was worth it just to hear her laugh.

"I suppose." She said and then looked at me. "Maybe some other time." And they walked off.

I saw the way he very possessively grabbed her arm and I thought to myself. 'Maybe some other time', my ass. Not if he has anything to do with it.

I stayed for a bit longer then headed home.

My phone rang just as I unlocked my door. "Hello."

"Hello, Matt."

"What do you want, Ona?"

"I want to know if you want some company. I'm lonely and thought you might be too"

"I'm not lonely enough to want to spend time with you. What's wrong? Do you miss 'snake in the grass'?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. But there are times when I miss you, too."

I took a deep breath. "To be honest, there are times when I miss you as well."

"Really?"

"Yes, Ona. Really. But then I go to the pistol range and work on improving my aim." I ended the call.

I had given thought, of course to my career and had several conversations with both my boss and my assignments branch, specifically Colonel Davis. After meeting him at the party, Colonel Davis seemed to take an interest in me and my career. The general consensus was that they could transfer me someplace else if I really wanted to, but I would be better served with three years in the Pentagon on my record.

I agreed with them. So since I would be staying in DC for about two and a half more years it was time to buy a house.

I met my real estate agent at his office. We had looked at one house and were on our way to the second.

"It's a three bedroom, three and a half bath house. The original owners had two daughters who convinced their parents that they each needed their own bathroom. And nobody wanted to share a bath with guests so they had a guest bath built. It's on over a half acre lot in a great school district. The current owner is in the Army, is stationed overseas, and scheduled to rotate back to Fort Lewis, Washington, in a couple of months so he's motivated to sell. He's only owned the house for about a year. Apparently, he's been injured and is recuperating in Germany. His fianc__ is representing the house for him. She just left to visit him.

He turned into the driveway of a house I had seen before.

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