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Sally said as she turned to face the others.
"Sally, this is Kate Johnson, her family was killed by pirates some weeks back and she has been staying with me at Granite House. Kate, this is Sally, the one Captain Samuels was just telling you about."
"Nice to meet you Kate, I'm sorry about your family," Sally said with a soft voice, "I hope you'll come to my house whenever you are in town, so we can get to know each other better."
Kate smiled and said, "Thank you, I'd like that."
Sally led them over to a table sitting by itself in the corner with a clean silk tablecloth and fine china. The silverware was real silver and had been given a bright shine and next to them were lead crystal glasses and a cold bottle of good German wine. As they walked up, Sally lit two candle tapers and showed Gaylon and Kate their place at the head of the table. The guests of honor always sit at the head of the table!
"Sally, this is really too much!" Gaylon explained.
"Why can't I show you how much you've done for me? If it hadn't been for you, think I would have lost the will to live. You gave that back to me and showed me that there is always something to live for. No matter how bad things can get. No one could have done so much and never ask for anything in return. So that's why all of this, to say thank you, Gaylon, thank you for my life." With that Sally kissed Gaylon lightly on the lips.
"I hope you know you can always count on me," He whispered to her with a tear in his eye.
"I know, hon, now what have you been wanting for a long time?"
"Surprise me!"
Sally went back to the kitchen and came back with a metal serving cart covered with a silver serving set and in the center was a small glazed ham covered with pineapple slices.
"Sally, where did you get this, I haven't seen a ham since before the war!" Samuels explained, "And does that one sure looks real good!"
"I have my ways," she said with a big smile on her face.
The party that night was the very first one since the bombs had fallen and as the dawn broke Kate and Samuels helped carry Gaylon upstairs and laid him on the bed that Sally had prepared earlier. The clean sheets rustled as Kate pulled off his boots and the rest of his clothes. Kate turned as Samuels started to leave.
"Gaylon is a good man. I glad he found someone like you. Sally wants it like this too. And besides, she and I have kind of a thing going. So, sleep tight and I'll see you both later." Samuels explained as he looked down on Gaylon's sleeping face. "It's good to see him laugh again. Well, good night."
"Thanks, and tell Sally, thank you for everything." she replied.
Samuels just smiled and closed the door behind him. As Kate turned back to the bed, Gaylon opened his eyes and looked at Kate, then motioned her towards the bed. She sat down besides him and smiled, ever since the raid on the camp, this is what she had wanted. His arms drew her nearer and as he gently kissed her on the lips she began to cry. He just held her closer and his own tears started to fall as they mourned the terrible losses they both had lived through. They were both alone in the world and that shared pain helped to free them. Slowly, they made love and as the sun was rising, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Later as the sunlight advanced up to the head of the bed, Gaylon slowly opened his eyes, looked next to him and smiled. The night before had not been a dream; Gaylon rolled over and kissed Kate on the side of the neck as her hair brushed against his face. He took a second to just enjoy the view as the sunlight reflected on the highlights of her hair, the curve of her body, and he knew he loved her. Finally a smile formed on her lips, a soft gentle smile as she opened her eyes. Gone were the haunted looks, her eyes were clear and bright and shining. Moving over, he gave her a soft kiss on the lips, a token of the future, and a token of his heart. And as he held her closer, they kissed again, and with rising passion they made