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Women of their Time
Homecoming
USA 1946
When Grace returned from the Army Nursing Corps after WW2 ended, she only wanted to settle down with her fiancée and get on with life, but gone for so long things had changed with each of them in a different theater of war. With the home she knew gone, its time to find a new place for a homecoming.
Just back from Europe, her brother killed only weeks before the war ended and her mother dead two year before she had arrived home Captain Grace Davenport only wanted to see her fiancée and plan the wedding. It was in his mother's living room that she heard the dreaded words though.
"He's dead; he was killed in June 1944 at the battle of the Philippine Sea." Silence. Finally his mother coughed.
"Why wasn't I ever told? Engaged usually extended a few privileges I thought." Edith fidgeted for a moment.
"We never approved of your engagement. We convinced Nick of that after you left and he was waiting to ship out. He married a girl we had always approved of. She has a son now. You were a sophisticated woman who had turned his head, but he wouldn't have kept you. We'd like the ring back he promised Sheila that she would get it. I think she deserves it more than you." Grace stood slowly, numb to the bone. She slipped the ring off into Edith's waiting hand. She didn't know when the thought entered her head, but she pulled her arm back and slapped the woman hard.
"And don't tell me you don't deserve that. I was the damned girl down the block what makes me more sophisticated than Sheila Martin who grew up across town? You could have had the bastard tell me instead he kept writing me. Does his Sheila know that or did even you know that he professed his love for me still up to the last letter I received from him? I waited for him. Something he didn't have the balls to do for the sophisticated woman who he would never keep." Her voice was dead though. It held no life anymore. She had no family, no man she loved, not even his memories were hers anymore. If he weren't already dead, she most likely would have killed him herself. The woman that walked away from Edith Taylor's house attracted stares. At 5'll' Grace made an impressive figure to fill the Army Uniform. Black hair set perfectly, hose seams not a fraction of an inch off of straight on long legs, olive skin, and brown eyes that set off the dark brown uniform to perfection. If that wasn't enough Grace herself was a beautiful woman and despite all the offers she received regularly she had remained faithful to Nick Taylor for 8 years even though she had received only letters and hadn't seen him once. No one saw the tears that slipped down her cheeks.
