Snippet #893595

"Can't say I know any good places, Crystal. You can call me Lee, by the way...." Leeanne began to start off, when across the street, a elderly looking fellow came stumbling out of the establishment. He took a few steps, before tumbling off the steps, and dropping all of his things. She had seen the older man before....she knew him. He was around the place for a while, but she hadn't seen much of him of late. His name was Frank, and he was a vet for the Civil War. Many a time had he shared his stories with her. War was terrible, but at least he shared only the not so terrible parts; the ones filled with good times and acts of heroism.

"Well, it's nice aquaintin' you, Crystal! Like I said, check with Carlton down at the inn...and if he's filled up for the night, you can come over to my place to stay. I'll make sure mother and paw have a little extra cooked for tonight, just in case!" She said, standing, and giving a little bow. "Take care of yourself in the meantime!" She said, before stepping off the stoop, walking across the street, and stopping a few feet from her veteran friend.

"Need a hand there, Sarge?" She said, adressing the man by his rank. She knew he was called that by near all of his friends. She began to collect together his things for him, handing each to him with a smile. " How's your back been, old-timer? You holdin' out alright?" She asked with a smirk, knowing perfectly well that he'd be damned to let something as mediocre as his back from getting around.