[ "Funny" is all relatively, one supposes. She remembers hearing a soldier laughing in his foxhole during a barrage of mortar rounds, trees exploding, the shrapnel and concussive blasts kicking up the frozen earth around them. That's one way to cope.
But this? No one's laughing now. ]
What? [ Peggy stops short, boots skidding on the cracked and pockmarked street, whipping around to see who spoke to her and why. She doesn't relax when she sees it's someone she knows, but there is some easing of tension. ] What's happened?
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But this? No one's laughing now. ]
What? [ Peggy stops short, boots skidding on the cracked and pockmarked street, whipping around to see who spoke to her and why. She doesn't relax when she sees it's someone she knows, but there is some easing of tension. ] What's happened?