A Glimpse Into The CPF Lounge. Part 20

Day 1,004, 21:04 • Published in Canada Canada • by Devilcarrier

There is happy military banter in the "drop in and have a pint" lounge.

Lise Stubbings sees Devilcarrier enter. He has cleaned himself up but his bearing tells her that he's recently been in South East England. When he sinks into his favourite chair, she tells him, "Why do I have the feeling we're the doomed Scots, under Bonnie Prince Charlie, the pretender to the throne. That we're about to be slaughtered on Culloden Field? She takes one of his shakey hands in both of hers.

Devilcarrier looks into Stubbings' face. Her eyes are puffy. He is as worried for her as she seems to be for him.

"Victory," he says. "Someone coming away from the battle said it was too easy... Not for me. This colonel fought only field marshals tonight. I lost every fight but one."

He puts his hand to his mouth and stifles a burp. "Sorry. I had to eat a lot of food to get my health back."

She smiles a little sympathetic smile.

"The price of food is getting higher too," Devilcarrier mutters.

"I'd like to see CPF Lager getting into production again so we can get some of the profits."

Lise closes her eyes and gently squeezes his hand.