He took her wrinkled hand in his.
"But you could have had it all, Dorthy. All you had to do was ask."
"That wouldn't have been proper Jess. In sickness and in health, remember? I wasn't gonna leave a good man just because he couldn't work anymore."
"I shouldn't have gone to war", he repeated stubbornly.
"It's not like you had a choice in the matter."
"And...he's dead now?"
Dorthy pursed her lips. "Oh yes. Going five years now."
He looked at her hopefully. "Will you go to the dance with me tomorrow, Dorthy?"
She smiled. "Jess, what will the people say?"
"Darn the people."