While she stood there, admiring the view, her friends came up and stood beside her.
"Can you believe that the war is finally over?"
"No," was the collective reply.
"Why is it so hard for you to believe, my love?"
Salvatore, her husband asked the question while looking over at her.
"It's just odd, you know...to think that all our troubles are finally over."
Salvatore smiled at that, pulling her into his arms.
"Trust me, 'Becka, our troubles are over. But if anything happens...we'll be ready."