[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Homecoming[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	Ruthie looked over to Gio as he came to the group and nodded towards him. "Afternoon, names Ruthie," she said before leaning back slightly as if she was listening to someone speak into her ear. Huffing slightly she sighed and nodded, holding up a finger as if to indicate to whomever she was speaking to she would get to it in a minute, that it had to wait for now. After Gilbert was done and waited to hear Gio's opinion Ruthie finally spoke up. "I ain't quoting this time, bloke damn long winded but he's askin' me to be sure this one don't pull any pranks while movin' his grave. Somethin' about he knows he shouldn't have run off after some broad but that don't mean he needs anymore gags." 

	The rousties didn't seem to give two hoots if Sophia and James were gonna head off, in fact they seemed oddly relieved that they were going to go their own way and let them get on their business. Picking up their stuff and they kept on moving. Ben on the other hand looked up at James as he spoke and nodded as he took a pull from his cigarette. "Ain't that the truth," he said as he blew out the smoke and rubbed the bottom of his chin. Standing up he dusted off the back of his pants before jogging over to James and walking beside him. "Wouldn't mind a cup of coffee if ya got one to spare," he said as he walked with him, looking over to Sophia and nodding slightly. "Ma'am," he said in greeting. 

	Libby was strolling along, seeming to lighten in her mood the further she got away from the cooch tent. Down at the waters edge the women had stopped singing and were finishing wringing out the laundry. Laying it out on rocks and over limbs of trees to dry in the sunlight and breeze that was blowing about lightly. They never seemed to say anything to each other but they did look at each other and then nod or give expressions. It was as if they had a way to speak to each other without having to speak. Maybe it was telepathy, maybe it was just three sisters who knew each other. They obviously could use their voices, they were just not doing it right then.