Author: ImaLateBloomer PM
What do you do if you're a young secretary without much of a social life and no boyfriend? You sign up to be a pen pal to a soldier.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Friendship/Romance - Radar O. - Chapters: 12 - Words: 15,048 - Reviews: 48 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 22 - Updated: 03-27-13 - Published: 11-13-12 - id: 8700846
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PEN PALS- CHAPTER 8
Disclaimer- I sure don't own Radar, Colonel Blake or any other characters from M*A*S*H, but Nancy, her dad and pets are my creation.
Nancy was already in the kitchen working on supper when he dad came home. Normally, she was home from work before him, but she didn't start cooking so soon.
He walked into the kitchen where she was standing at the stove, stirring something in a saucepan. "Hey sweetie, did you get off from work early?"
When she turned to answer him, he saw her tear stained face. She swallowed hard and said, "Yes Dad, I got off from work early. Permanently." Nancy started to cry.
He put his arms around her and hugged her. "What happened? Come sit down at the table and tell me about it. Supper can wait."
They sat down to talk. Mr. Greene wiped her face with his handkerchief. "O.K., now tell me what happened."
Nancy exhaled a shaky breath and started her story. "Mr. Peterson's nephew, Nicky, has been bothering me at work. When I was bent over the lower drawers of the filing cabinets, he would come by and pinch me on the behind. He'd been doing it to me for several weeks and he wouldn't stop when I asked him to. When he did it to me today, I slapped him good. Everyone in the office saw what happened. Nicky said I teased him and it was my fault that he had pinched me. Mr. Peterson called me into his office and fired me."
"He fired you? Did he give you a chance to explain your side of the story?" Nancy's dad was boiling mad. His hands were clinched into fist.
"I tried to, but he didn't give me a chance. I'm sorry Dad." She patted his hands hoping he'd unclench his fists and calm down.
"Nancy honey, you have nothing to be sorry for. You're a good girl, a fine young woman. I know what happened isn't your fault. What I would like to do is punch Nicky Peterson's lights out, but I won't because it wouldn't solve anything."
"You're right Dad. It wouldn't solve a thing. I'll just have to start looking for another job tomorrow."
He patted he hand and said, "No, you don't. Take a day to do whatever you want. Day after tomorrow is soon enough to start looking. And another thing, turn off that stove. We're going out for supper."
Finally a little smile spread across Nancy's face. "Sounds good to me. Let's go!"
Nancy had a hard time falling asleep that night. She tossed and turned so much that she almost fell out of bed. After about an hour of this, she gave up and got out of bed. After a few minutes of pacing around her bedroom, she decided to finish her letter to Radar. She grabbed the letter and pen and made her way down to the kitchen to make some hot milk. Between the hot milk and finishing the letter, maybe she'd become sleepy enough to go back to bed.
She sat down at the kitchen table, looking at the letter she had started. Nancy trashed it and decided to start over.
Hope you are doing well.
My yesterday didn't go so well! Nicky started bothering me and I asked him to stop. I slapped him so hard; you could have heard it in the next county. To make a long story short, his uncle called me in his office and fired me. He wouldn't even let me tell my side of the story!
Now I'll have to look for another job. Hopefully, it won't take too long for me to get another one. Wish me luck.
I sure hope we'll get a chance to talk to each other on the phone again sometime soon. Like I said before, it was good to hear your voice. Even if only for a few minutes, it was like you were in the room with me.
I read in the newspaper about how brutal the winter is where you are now. It almost makes me feel a little guilty to be in Savannah in the winter. It gets a little cold, but nothing like the way it is for your now. Plus it rarely snows here. Who knows? Maybe by next summer you'll be back stateside and you could come for a visit. The first thing we'd do is go to the beach. How does that sound? It sure would be something to look forward to, wouldn't it?
Well, I better sign off for now. It's three a.m. and I better go back to sleep. Looking forward to hearing from you soon.
Now that she had finished the letter, Nancy's spirits lifted somewhat. It seemed a little strange that telling her troubles to someone she hardly knew, in a place very far away, helped her feel so much better.
Ah, mail call! No one looked forward to it more than Radar did and when he received a letter from Nancy, it made his day. Well really, if he admitted it, it made his week!
As soon as he found time to be alone, he read her letter. Like the last letter from her, he got mad because of what had happened to her. But in a way, he was relieved she no longer worked in that place with that creep bothering her. He hoped and prayed that she'd find another job real soon.
Then he got to the part of the letter about winter. Nancy sure was lucky to be in a warm place! The best part of the whole letter came next, the part about visiting her and going to the beach if he got to come back home by next summer. That would be wonderful!
"Wow!" he said out loud. "That would be great. To be back stateside, spending time with Nancy." Then a little thought nagged at him. "She'd see me in swim trunks. Oh my!" He blushed and smiled at the same time.
"Man Radar, you're face is as red as a beet. What's in that letter you're reading? Is it from your pen pal?" It was Colonel Blake. The corporal had been so absorbed in reading the letter that he hadn't heard his CO come in the office.
Radar quickly stuffed the letter in his shirt pocket and mumbled, "Yes sir." Why did it seem that somebody always knew he had a letter from Nancy?
"Corporal, she must be some girl to write you a letter that would make you blush." Blake grinned.
"It's not the kind of letter you think it is. She's a nice girl, O.K.?" Radar said rather testily.
"Alright Radar," the Colonel said as he walked into his office, still grinning.
Once he was sure that his boss was busy and probably wouldn't interrupt him for a few minutes at least, Radar started writing a letter to Nancy.
It's good to hear from you, but I'm sorry to hear you got fired from your job. I hope you won't get mad at me if I say I'm glad you're not working at that office anymore. At least that creep Nicky won't be bothering you anymore.
I'm sure you'll find another job and it will be better than the one you had. Remember my name's Radar for a reason. People say I know what's going to happen before anyone else. Seriously, I have faith you'll be just fine.
The best part of your letter was about me visiting you next summer if I got to come back home by then. That would be great! I'm sure we'd have a lot of fun and it would be a great to get to go to the beach.
And Nancy, I sure would like to hear your voice on the phone again. Maybe I'll be able to call you soon.
Gotta go now. Colonel Blake is calling for me. I don't think he could find a thing without me.
Now Radar knows that Nancy has lost her job. She felt better when she wrote him a letter. He felt better knowing that she wouldn't have to be around creepy old Nicky anymore.
Now both of them have something to look forward to; the possibility of Radar coming home the next summer and visiting Nancy.
Thanks for reading! More to come.