Patricia heard people walking in to the viewing room, but could not see any of them because of the position of the dress. She did hear comments on how... beautiful it gown was as it was positioned more closely to her head. Everyone took a seat around the perimeter of the area, except Harmony, and Melody. Their brains were working overtime. They knew something special was happening, but they could not put their fingers on it. When her head cleared the high collar of the gown, the twins yelled with. "I didn't tell Jesse but the idea of a big brother was kind of welcomingto me. I missed having Rick around to look after me. Still, I'd seenRambo's version of protector and I wanted no part of that. I didn'tknow how Jesse put up with it."Speaking of big brothers how are you going to get away from yours?" Iasked. "He not too keen on us being together alone." I have no idea," She said, flashing that grin that was pure Jesse."But you'll figure something out. You always do."Just then Rambo bounded. Still, as the years passed, he became more gracious about these visits, appreciating more the love that these old warriors still felt for their once young and inexperienced commander.The ten year reunions, of which the fiftieth one had just recently passed but two weeks ago, were the hardest upon him still, he felt. Held at the old battlefield of Lacestone, the short journey for him wasn't hard or taxing ... but the still overwhelming memories were. His job was to be seen, and to shake the once. So, he nudged the handsome king in the direction of that silly creature. ‘Oh, Rumpie, make him change his mind.’ ‘I’ll think of something,’ he promised. Eleanor’s aching fingers stitched gold flowers on the heavy white cloth. Her brow dampened with sweat as her arms grew heavy under the strain of creating small flowers. She dropped the soft fabric to the floor, her tired eyes gazed at the moon in a starless night. She smiled slightly when she heard her father working in the mill. She knew that.