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In war time, you marry a man who is tall and stalwart.
You marry a man with a sullen smirk. You don't marry a soldier;
you marry a partisan. One of the rebels, a hard-core. And for a few days every now and then, life is interesting.
Aussie is your husband and he is also a thief, taking advantage
of the kind of bottomless chaos that only war could breed. He is young. He is alive. He is full of pride.
He often disappears for weeks at a time. He sends no word. He
spares no words. You have two children to mother. You mother them when you can. You work as a maid to get by. Though you've never been to
school, you can read, but not very well.
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