"Found something good?" said Ruth-Anne, her attention caught by the sound of the books falling and seeing only the back of Ruth's head as she peereed intently at something. "If so, that puts you one up on me. I've been having rotten luck for the past two days."
"I don't know," Ruth answered with a laugh, because she hadn't decided yet if they were bad or good. They'd been... so terribly happy for those few stolen hours, and it seemed like so long ago.
So very long ago since she'd felt that way. So many possibilities. So very much in love.
"They're photographs. Nathaniel, my husband, took them right after we were married."
"Well that sounds lovely," said Ruth-Anne, even though it was a bit of a surprise to find something like that on the bookshelf. She'd certainly heard of stranger things. "Do you mind if I take a look?"
"They're honeymoon photos, Ruth-Anne," she said with a pointed look, her lips twisting into a reluctant smile, "I can't believe I even agreed to them. It must have been all that champagne."
She laughed, the sound almost girlish as she passed over one of the more tame of the photographs: A shot of her sprawled on her stomach across the still neatly made bed in her nightgown, long red hair streaming over her back and the sheets around her.
"We do all sorts of things on our honeymoon that we might not do any other time," said Ruth-Anne, accepting the photo she was offered and not pushing for any of the others. There certainly were some things that ought to remain private. "You look like you're having a very good time."
"We were," she smiled, caught up in some distant memory, "Nathaniel shipped out later that week. I wouldn't see him again for another, oh... Well, Nate Jr. was almost two when Nathaniel came home."
"That's always hard," said Ruth-Anne sympathetically. "The war didn't happen until a few months after Bill and I were married. Different war, of course. Spending that time apart wasn't easy on either of us."
"Part of me was so... angry with him, which was just awful. I knew from the start he'd be gone for a time, but it never was something easy to accept," she said, embarrassed at her own foolishness, "I was so young, I had no idea just how difficult it would be."
"It was impossible to know," said Ruth-Anne. "No one knew how long these things would last, or the toll they would take. I signed up without really realizing just how long I would be overseas."
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So very long ago since she'd felt that way. So many possibilities. So very much in love.
"They're photographs. Nathaniel, my husband, took them right after we were married."
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She laughed, the sound almost girlish as she passed over one of the more tame of the photographs: A shot of her sprawled on her stomach across the still neatly made bed in her nightgown, long red hair streaming over her back and the sheets around her.
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