The Distant Joke
They did not speak of the war in polite company. Not the real war—the one fought in damp cellars and candlelit trenches, where men waited for shrapnel that never came but dreamed of it anyway. They spoke of cricket scores, of the weather, of the price of tea. The joke, when it came, was small and dry, the sort of thing you might mutter while pouring another cup. But it stayed with her longer...
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