I used to think of nothing when I read them. [ at school, of course. where else? middle sixth, before the war broke out, and she was just starting to find her way to being a young woman. but even as she admits it, now, she sounds sullen. like it's over-sharing. ] Now I think of you. Can't bloody well be helped.

[ vexed, as though she blames him for it. peggy clears her throat. ] Wouldn't know what to write on the card; the verses themselves already say it all.