The weekend was the slowest to materialize in all the lifetime of Marilyn. Seconds seemed like minutes while minutes seemed like, hours and hours like days which were as lengthy as an eon. Time seemed to mock her, slowing her from meeting her husband was billed to return on the coming Sunday. Calls to the military camp was limited as a security measures and even it wasn't. Gallagher had ordered her not to call her husband unless she wanted to render all his and her effort futile.

" Mom I want more cereal." Erica said and stretched forth her bowl to her mother. The little lad could hardly believe the...