Tombstone Estate

[Midori]

It was a pleasant day at the small Honshu village. Midori sat in a chair on the shore of the ocean that the small fishing village of her parents bordered. In her swimsuit, she watched and played with her daughter, passing the time as they awaited a chance to return home. Pleasant days though kept her mindset away from current events back home.

She was clueless as to the wherabouts of her husband. It had been over two weeks since she so much as heard from him. She cried at night wondering if he was dead or alive, if he had been taken by the murderous Volkhan that she had heard about or some other pirate group out for a quick ransom. In any case, she did her best to be the strength of the family, if not for her, for Emiko.
She would spend time with old childhood friends as they reminisced about growing up as children. It was at one point when an old girl friend of hers expressed how lucky she was to have married a man like John Holliday. After she left Midori and while Midori watched her daughter, she sighed as she staired at the rings on her left finger. She smiled, fighting off the negative feelings that tried to overwhelm her. Still, some of those feelings managed to find her.

"Please come home, John Henry," she said in a sigh. She then took a drink of her fruit juice.
"So much time you make for others," she thought aloud, "it is time you make time for us."

Again, she looked at the rings on her left hand. Still, she smiled. She knew that it was her who chose to marry a diplomat. It was her that chose to marry a man who was a man of peace and a humanitarian. These facts weighed on her mind everyday and those facts that she defended when someone questioned her.

She again looked at Emiko who was playing with a small toy spaceship that sung a song. She watched as she played, gradually succumbing to the soft music and eventually sleeping in a small bassenette beside her. Midori could only smile as she watched. She truly loved motherhood and wanted more children. Each time she enterained that thought though, the thoughts of a very busy husband crossed her mind. Still, it was in the front of her mind.

She sat back, drinking her fruitjuice, looking out over the calm waters of the Honshu Sea from her chair beneath the beach umbrella that shaded her and Emiko.

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Married to Ambassador John Henry "Doc" Holliday