Peggy and Fred are eating lunch at Lucia’s Restaurant.
“I never heard of it before,” says Peggy.
“I used to come here, now and then, in the old days,” says Fred, “before the war. Sometimes I used to think of this place when I was overseas. Then I thought – when I get home, I’m never going to eat in a dump like Lucia’s!” Fred smiles at Peggy, who smiles back.
“What else did you think you wouldn’t do when you were overseas?” asks Peggy.
“I never had any clear ideas,” replies Fred, “but there were two things I was sure of: one, that I knew I’d never go back to that drugstore.”
“What was the other thing?” asks Peggy.
“Mm, that one was even sillier,” smiles Fred. “I dreamed I was going to have my own home. Just a nice little house for my wife and me, out in the country… in the suburbs, anyway. That’s the cockeyed kind of dream you have when you’re overseas.”
“You don’t have to be overseas to have dreams like that,” says Peggy.
Fred looks at her. “Yeah,” he says. “You can get crazy ideas like that right here at home.” There’s a pause.
Peggy glances at her watch. “Didn’t you say you had to be back at work at two?” she asks.
“Yeah,” says Fred.