As Anon cooked with her mother, she grew nervous. Today, her father’s friend, John Price, returned from a 10-month deployment. Anon’s feelings for him had grown. The doorbell rang. Her father greeted Price and led him to the kitchen. Anon was breathless; he looked even more handsome than she remembered, his beard grown out. He waited for her to speak, then grinned, “Hello darling.”