Pretense
Sometimes, just sometimes, she pretends that he is Frank. Oh, she knows he imagines that she's Ellie or Samantha or whichever girl he has most recently closed ranks with, but Frank seems like a different kind of fantasy than those women. Deeper, more real, and maybe that's because he was more than a one-night stand.
She'd cared, for a while, and that was something you couldn't just wash away.
Did she want to?
She looks at Donald. He looks back at her, and she sees her first failed marriage.
Not a bit. In war time, everyone has to hold on to something.
Thanks to Zekkass42 for her review:) And a rowdy hello to all you lurkers out there. Without you, I'd have no stats. And I've just realized, I posted the same drabble twice here and in other places..."Call Me Margaret" and "First Impressions" were one in the same. I've dug myself a nice little hole where I can live from now on with my shame. I cannot believe I did that.