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I'm a gold-digger, burrowing in from the land of opportunists. Your father's an interesting study, though. Quietly sardonic. I like that in a man.
That won't earn you many brownie points under this roof. After the Armistice, Father didn't come straight home. He caroused around France and Italy, drinking, having affairs... A lot of men did similar... couldn't settle down.
Why didn't she go after him?
A question of pride. He finally just wandered home. Still a bit of a sore point. We try not to speak about it. Except in public.