Margaret raises her eyebrows, nodding slowly. A small smile tugs on the edges of her mouth.
"The Marines," she echoes, the memory of her time in the military somehow feeling more distant than the mere three months she's been here. "I can only imagine. When you've spent so long following the rules of the army, coming back to civilian life can be...somewhat jarring."
She lets out a nervous half-laugh, though there's little humor in it. She turns her head downward to look at the half-melted snow gracing the edges of the stoop.
"I just--" She hesitates, unsure the level in which she wants to open up to Maureen. After a long pause, she continues. "What was he like? Your real husband. Do you miss him?"
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"The Marines," she echoes, the memory of her time in the military somehow feeling more distant than the mere three months she's been here. "I can only imagine. When you've spent so long following the rules of the army, coming back to civilian life can be...somewhat jarring."
She lets out a nervous half-laugh, though there's little humor in it. She turns her head downward to look at the half-melted snow gracing the edges of the stoop.
"I just--" She hesitates, unsure the level in which she wants to open up to Maureen. After a long pause, she continues. "What was he like? Your real husband. Do you miss him?"