There had been other marriage offers. Some from the boys in the hospitals, half-joking, half-serious in their loneliness. And even a boy from the down the street had asked her out on dates, dates she didn't go on, only to come to her father and ask for her hand. Her father had refused it because he knew well enough that Summer's heart was set on someone else. That was part of the tragedy of it. She'd been waiting so long for him to come home to her, for their lives to begin because while he was at war, her life had stood still, she'd made sure it. Now, she didn't know what was to come of it. But she didn't regret waiting for him because it was the right thing to do, because she loved him.
It was a bitter pill to swallow, hearing him say he was sorry for the death of her mother, her brother, something he had done when they were kids, out of obligation. It was something she'd lived with for many years now, the sting had lessened but never gone away. She'd said so in her letters to him, that sometimes the loss of her mother haunted her and losing him would be her undoing. So now her ground is shaky because he was alive but lost.
As he spoke of her work at the hospital, she smiled. "Yeah, you military boys can be pretty randy sometimes." It wasn't anything she couldn't handle and she never felt unsafe or uncomfortable. The occasional cat call was about as offense behavior as she experienced. "But they knew I was taken." Her mouth twisted a little at that, it was a bit of a smile but not quite. "It's not something I want to do forever but I wanted to do my part for the effort, you know?" She wanted to do it until he came home, then maybe a little longer until they could get married, start a family. Maybe it was a simple dream but it was hers. "Thank you for thinking so."
When he offered to help, she just smiled and shook her head. "I'm okay, honestly. I don't mind it. But if you're thirsty, my father has a bar in the study you're welcome to. Or we have some wine, if you'd like some of that." She moved to get a cloth before pulling the potatoes off the boiler to drain.
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It was a bitter pill to swallow, hearing him say he was sorry for the death of her mother, her brother, something he had done when they were kids, out of obligation. It was something she'd lived with for many years now, the sting had lessened but never gone away. She'd said so in her letters to him, that sometimes the loss of her mother haunted her and losing him would be her undoing. So now her ground is shaky because he was alive but lost.
As he spoke of her work at the hospital, she smiled. "Yeah, you military boys can be pretty randy sometimes." It wasn't anything she couldn't handle and she never felt unsafe or uncomfortable. The occasional cat call was about as offense behavior as she experienced. "But they knew I was taken." Her mouth twisted a little at that, it was a bit of a smile but not quite. "It's not something I want to do forever but I wanted to do my part for the effort, you know?" She wanted to do it until he came home, then maybe a little longer until they could get married, start a family. Maybe it was a simple dream but it was hers. "Thank you for thinking so."
When he offered to help, she just smiled and shook her head. "I'm okay, honestly. I don't mind it. But if you're thirsty, my father has a bar in the study you're welcome to. Or we have some wine, if you'd like some of that." She moved to get a cloth before pulling the potatoes off the boiler to drain.