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right after we were married.

But he went missing right

at the beginning of the war.

The Navy declared

him officially dead.

February of '47.

It's funny

how he kept me hoping.

His body was

never found.

I'm sorry.

I only had him for

about three years,

but I really don't

regret a moment.

You're lucky.

Why? Do you

regret anything?

Hmm.

Lots.

And much more to come.

But about two years ago,

I pulled

myself together.

And then with Harry's help.

My dear, sweet Harry.

Would you care

for a real drink?

Yes, please.

Okay.

I'll take a whiskey.

Straight up.

My mother came to live with

me at the beginning of the war.

And taught me to

laugh at everything.

A year ago, she died.

Thank you.

So here I am.

Gloomy, lonely Kay.

That's my life,

in a nutshell.

What about coming out

with me for a dinner?

We could go into town

or someplace nearby.

Come on. Little change

would do you good.

Well, I don't see why not.

Thank you.

- Sure.

You know, the trouble with Harry is

he's a man who depends

on emotions for happiness.

And he's married

to a woman

who maybe doesn't.

Is that what Harry says?

No, that's what I think.

Harry's just never had

anyone truly in love with him.

Until now.

Yes, until now.

You know,

he loves you very much.

Yes.

It must be difficult

to be apart.

I hate it.

You know, they say

a woman needs to be

loved, and that's true.

But it's not

the whole truth.

She also needs

somebody to love.

Sounds old-fashioned.

But it's true.

I'm sure it is.

I want to look after Harry,

just as he wants

to look after me.

You're his closest friend.

You know.

He's been hurt

and disillusioned.

And I want

to heal him.

Like a nurse.

Well, then.

Well, then.

Let's have some pie.

No, I'm fine,

thank you.

One pie. Two forks.

Do you think I'm wrong

to want to marry Harry?

I'm not the judge

of your conscience.

I don't know you

that well.

I just want him

to be happy.

Well, I do, too.

And I can

make him happy.

Happier than he's been.

Then it's agreed.

Are you in love

with Harry?

I love him dearly.

Are you in love with him?

Yes.

Did I sense

a breath of hesitation?

I thought I did.

I wanted to.

Should I come in for

one last cup of coffee?

No. I'm pooped.

Okay.

Good night, then.

Good night.

Thanks a bunch.

When are you and

Stephen getting married?

September the 3rd is

the date we've set.

Then I shall miss

the wedding.

I sail on

September the 3rd.

Something was

happening to me.

Something I had

never felt before.

The thought that those

colorless lips of Harry's

should ever be allowed

to press upon Kay's mouth

tortured me

day and night.

I love you.

Where was he now?

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