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could pass.  After awhile exhaustion overcame Ellen
and she slept.                
          When
she opened her eyes and looked around, she knew she was safe. Somebody was
holding her against his strong, warm, body. For a mere second Ellen thought it
was Mark.  Perhaps the plane crash had just been a bad dream.  Then the cuts on
her arm began to sting and all the memories of this God awful night came
flooding back.
          Ellen
opened her hand and saw Mark's wedding band nestled next to her own rings.  The
dream was real.  Mark was dead.       Moving away from the comforting warmth,
Ellen felt mortal embarrassment. 
          "I'm
so sorry.  I don't know what came over me."  She moved to the far end of
the couch.
          "I
believe grieving for your husband came over you, and there's nothing to be
sorry about."                     
          Restless,
Ellen stood up needing to do something.  "Would you like some coffee?  I
really owe you for tonight."                  
          "You
don't owe me for anything, Ellen.  This is something I wanted to do.  If you
tell me where your liquor cabinet is I will make you my special drink
guaranteed to make all your troubles melt away," He chuckled, "at
least for awhile." 
          Ellen
sat on her couch while glasses tinkled and the blender buzzed.  She couldn't
help but wonder at this strange scenario.  Here she was with a bandaged arm
from retrieving Mark's wedding band from his wrecked plane, and having a drink
with the county sheriff at midnight.  What a scenario for a reality show this
would be.          
          Gene
handed her a chilled glass and took a seat on the couch.  Ellen sipped and
smiled. It was really tasty.  "Wow, you'll have to share this
recipe."  She held up her glass.  "So tell me about yourself, Gene. 
How have you come to know these back roads so well, you can navigate them in a
pea soup fog in the middle of the night?"               
          "Well,
that's a good story."                                     
          Gene
began talking.  He told stories about his childhood, growing up as a moon
shiner's son in the Tennessee hills. As a teen he had to learn every road and
how to navigate them in the pitch dark with no head lights.
          He
talked about his short stint in the Marine Corps and humorous stories involving
his fellow marines. Noticing Ellen's rapt attention he warmed to his subject. 
Embellishing wild tales of being chased down treacherous mountain roads,
bottles of white liquor clinking and sloshing in the back of his pickup, Gene
kept talking.  He wanted her to forget about the tragedy of losing her husband.
Her sorrow was killing him. Gene ached to be showered in the brilliance of that
beautiful smile. He had known a lot of women in his life but this one was
special.  Granted Ellen was a beauty but it was more than that.  She possessed
something that glowed from within.  Gene had never met anyone quite like her.
          The
only thing he didn’t talk about was his wife Martha. He was relieved to see
Ellen was no longer crying or trembling. Some color had returned to her face
and he thought she was more exquisite than ever. 
          When
Ellen began to nod off in sleep, Gene managed to talk her into lying on the
couch.  He covered her with a quilt and sat on the floor next to her.  He
continued to talk in a soft low voice.  As her eyes closed and her breathing
grew even, his head bent toward her almost as if an invisible force was urging
him.  Very gently, his warm lips grazed her soft cheek.  She looked so innocent
and child like, Gene found it very hard to break away.  With her emotional
state so fragile, he wanted to stay here all night just watching over her. 
          Looking
at his watch was like a splash of icy water in the face.  Martha was