I know this is a short chapter, but I didn't want to keep you waiting long for the second installment. By the end of this chapter I think you will figure out what's going on in this story... I hope you like it. (well, you wont but please bear with me) Enjoy!
The old Colonel had felt sick to his stomach ever since he received the phone call from Tokyo the day before. Now he seated himself at his desk, anxiously awaiting Margaret's arrival. He heard Radar get up from his desk, right outside the door and Potter stood to pour himself a drink.
Margaret burst through the double doors just as the old man sat down. "Good morning, Colonel." She greeted cheerfully.
The old man grunted a response and surveyed her gravely. How was your time in Tokyo?"
"Oh it was wonderful!" she gushed. "We had a marvelous time!"
Potter sighed and shook his head. "We? Major, correct me if I'm wrong, but I only sent one Major Houlihan to Tokyo."
Margaret laughed loudly and Potter cringed at the brass sound. "No, Colonel, I'm referring to the staff at the hospital base."
The old man smiled tightly, he had a bad feeling about where this was headed. It reminded him of the time he cornered a raccoon in his basement.
"I have wonderful news," she gushed. Potter held his breath, here it comes. "I'm engaged!"
Margaret hurried across the room to allow the CO to examine her ring, which Potter duly noted was much smaller than the one Pierce had given her only nine days before.
He looked down at his hand, gingerly rubbing the scars where the raccoon had slashed him. "Uh, Margaret, maybe you better take a moment to consider all the facts."
Margaret's smile faded quickly and she frowned. "What facts?" her tone was icy, as if she were daring him to debate her decision.
Colonel Potter rubbed a weary hand across his eyes. He had too good of and idea of the hell that was about to break loose across the camp.
"Major, have you forgotten you're already married?"
Margaret's frown quickly vanished and she laughed boisterously. "Oh Colonel, are you serious?" She placed her hands on her hips and shook her head playfully. "You can't possibly believe that we were seriously married! It was nothing but a joke."
Margaret shook her head again as she danced out of the room. "I'll brief you about the results of the trip later," she called over her shoulder as the doors swung shut behind her.
Potter sighed, and placed his head into his hands. No matter what Margaret had chosen to believe, he knew their chief surgeon certainly did not view his marriage as a joke.