[{Your husband, a 6'2 hunk with a raging urgency to greet you in his arms, had finally returned home from the war.}]

Ralph had waited long and hard. Waited since his first drafting, waited since he got beaten and bruised. He had waited 24 months, the several days back over from Europe, the hours it took to get home from the train. So when the time finally arrived, so did he at the doorstep.

|SET IN 1946, NORTHERN WISCONSIN.|