Dianne Bomar Loveland, Ohio Almost 14 years ago on Thanksgiving our son died during delivery.
"I shall be able to pay you for my breakfast and the messenger now," said Loveland.
The woman in Loveland's carriage had turned her head and was starin' hard.
Loveland drew in his breath hard, as they looked at each other.
Loveland poked the fire from beneath and then sighed helplessly.
Loveland's face changed from attention to surprise, then to bewilderment.
Mr. Loveland and I have already met and are now the best of friends.
The blood rushed to Loveland's face, which had been pale and drawn.
"I suppose this fellow must be the Loveland, of course," he said to himself.
"I am a soldier," Loveland replied before he stopped to think.