[ She pauses, then smiles a little herself with the same sort of wistfulness. ]
Hampstead.
[ Just south of him. What are the odds? She hasn't been home in a long time, either; perhaps not as long as Edmund (not that she knows it), but the sentiments are the same. The woman she was in Hampstead doesn't exist anymore. She'd come into herself during the war β or rather, she'd rediscovered who she'd always been β and found that she was meant to be elsewhere. Maybe she'd outgrown home. New York was a better fit. Los Angeles is β was β on its way to being one, too. And now... this. Olympia.
Home is never really a place, anyway. ]
A bunker? [ That does get her attention. That reminds her of the war. But surely not. ] Surely you don't mean a bomb shelter.
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Hampstead.
[ Just south of him. What are the odds? She hasn't been home in a long time, either; perhaps not as long as Edmund (not that she knows it), but the sentiments are the same. The woman she was in Hampstead doesn't exist anymore. She'd come into herself during the war β or rather, she'd rediscovered who she'd always been β and found that she was meant to be elsewhere. Maybe she'd outgrown home. New York was a better fit. Los Angeles is β was β on its way to being one, too. And now... this. Olympia.
Home is never really a place, anyway. ]
A bunker? [ That does get her attention. That reminds her of the war. But surely not. ] Surely you don't mean a bomb shelter.