<em>~Mila, in the lounge saying goodnight~</em><br/><br/>Mila smiled warmly at Nicci as the other woman spoke to her.  She loved the close bonds that seemed to be forming here.  Dinner had been tense, and she knew there would be more moments like that; every family had them.  But she hoped with all of her heart that they would get past tough times together.  As they all opened up more with each other, she hoped, too, that they would be able to talk through things rather than wallowing in tension like they had earlier.  As Nicci stood to go to bed, Mila realized that she was tired, too.  But more than that, she just wanted to be where she could<em>think</em>for a while and process everything that was going on with her.<br/><br/>About to announce her own intention to retire as well, she stopped at Bo's words and looked at him.  Her smile broadened.  Of all of them, he seemed the most cynical.  The fact that<em>he </em>felt that this would work spoke volumes.  She was filled with hope, and she sensed the same from Mari and Nicci.  It was the men she was having a hard time reading.  But then, it wasn't like she'd been around a lot of people.  She was introspective enough to know that she was not the best at understanding others.<br/><br/>Standing, she smiled at Bo.  "I have to admit that I feel like I'm in the right place, too," she told him.  She hoped that they had made peace with one another.  Turning to look at Mari, she nodded at her new friend.  "I think I'm tuckered out, too.  You?" she asked, not wanting to leave Marisol alone with the three men unless that was what she wished for.  To the men, she said, "It was lovely meeting all of you."