Suddenly, a cough roused her from her nap. Looking up, and blinking, she saw that it was a gentleman in a grey uniform and cap.
"I do apologize for waking you, but it's beginning to rain..." he said.
"Oh, thank you," she said, restraining a yawn.
She put a hand against the tree to help her stand, and found an open hand offered to assist her.
Taking it and rising, she replied, "Thank you, sir."
"My pleasure," was the reply.
She looked around the spot where she had been sitting and took up her bag, hesitating in an attempt to prolong the meeting a little longer. This gentleman was a reenactor - and how long it had been that she had tried to talk to one of these people! Mustering a little foolhardy courage, she asked, "Excuse me, sir, but would you mind if I asked a few questions about the figure you are representing today? Or are you in a hurry to leave?"
"I wouldn't mind at all. I'm in no hurry."
"Oh, lovely," she said turning toward the road and popping open her umbrella. She held it high above both their heads.
"Ah, I don't need an umbrella," he protested.
"Sure you do!" she insisted.
"Well, if you insist, then let me at least carry it."
"Thank you," she said, offering the umbrella to him.
The rain started pattering harder on their mobile rooftop as they walked along toward the Seminary.
Add a pair of mint juleps from the old pub in the center of town, cheesecake from the Lincoln Diner just down the block across from the old railroad station, and a nice officer's kepi of my very own from the sutler's store on Steinwehr Ave and that would be my ideal day, I think :) I love Gettysburg and I miss it so very much.