Peggy swallows back that thick knot in her throat, the one that feels a terrible amount like grief. If she felt better, she wouldn't be saying this, but she's not. "I always imagined, before the war ended, what things would have been if Steve and I had that dance and our date." Shaking her head, she moves on.

"I don't know. I only began to even begin to consider other men before I got here, and not seriously, not having kids serious," she clarifies. "And your father simply liked to hold things tight to his vest, even from me."