"What are you doing John?" Nancy growled, brushing his hand away dismissively. "How can I put this nicely? Find yourself a nice girl like your mother, who doesn't mind waiting for you, and marry her. You're going to make it through this war, I just know it. Anyway older woman, younger man, it never works, and I'm still taller than you."
"Nancy, you're not a ginger are you?"
"Typical man! Just because I turn you down, you think I'm queer. I get enough of that from my mother, thank you. No John. I just don't fancy you. We're friends, or I thought we were, and it would be weird. But to answer your question, as it's come up. No I am not a 'ginger', it just doesn't bother me like it does Peggy, she can't keep her eyes off all the men that are in uniform at the moment. I think it will take someone remarkable to make me love them. I suppose I'm a one man girl and I don't mind waiting for that special person."
"Susan's married already."
"Really?"
"Yes, she married a Frenchman. Father wasn't too pleased and now we don't know what's happened to her. We haven't heard from her since the fall of Paris."
"I'm sure she'll be alright, she always was very practical. I'm not surprised she got married though, she's even more domesticated than Peggy. John don't worry, you'll find someone. There are plenty of girls and they all love a man in uniform."
"But I don't want plenty of girls, I want you."
"Don't be ridiculous. Now stop mauling me or I will have to shoot you."