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Characters: Shirley
Rating: G
Summary: Shirley muses about “the good old days.”
Notes: Canon. Takes place not long after the end of Danny’s chapter. This will be a theme of future chapters, but this itself probably won’t appear.
Word Count: 382
Shirley Alcott Gavigan was ready to scream with boredom, and it wasn’t even ten o’clock in the morning yet.
There were moments, even though she didn’t like to admit it, that she was sorry that the war had ended. Not because she wanted her husband to go back overseas to face the danger and uncertainly that war meant, of course. No, her reasons were much more selfish than that. She simply wanted to have the stimulation and excitement that working in the shipyard had brought her. She missed those days. She missed the friends she made there too. Now that the war was over, and everyone had settled back into being wives and mothers, it was nearly impossible to find the time to get together even for the briefest amount of time.
In some ways, it was worse for Shirley trying to fall back into that role, because it wasn’t one that she had ever really wanted to fill. She’d always been a tomboy, preferring overalls to skirts and tree climbing to tea parties. Thanks to her mother’s insistence, she knew basic housewifely tasks, like cooking and cleaning, but she didn’t like any of them. She hadn’t noticed it so much at first, what with setting up her new house (thank goodness she’d convinced Walter that there was no way in hell she and his mother could coexist in the same household without bloodshed being involved). But now that all the cupboards, drawers, and closets were arranged, there wasn’t anything to do.
She would have loved to find a job to help fill her days, but now that the war was over women just didn’t work. Well, married women anyway. Since Dotty was widowed, she could work to her little heart’s content without anyone batting an eye. If Shirley had dared, she would have faced the scorn that comes from living in a gossipy small town. Hopefully, she thought as she got up from the sofa where she had dramatically flopped, there would be a baby to prepare for and take care of soon, and that would provide a distraction for Shirley. It would be even better if that baby turned out to be a boy, because Shirley would be able to teach him so much more than she would a daughter.
esmeiolanthe)Characters: Shirley
Rating: G
Summary: Shirley muses about “the good old days.”
Notes: Canon. Takes place not long after the end of Danny’s chapter. This will be a theme of future chapters, but this itself probably won’t appear.
Word Count: 382
Shirley Alcott Gavigan was ready to scream with boredom, and it wasn’t even ten o’clock in the morning yet.
There were moments, even though she didn’t like to admit it, that she was sorry that the war had ended. Not because she wanted her husband to go back overseas to face the danger and uncertainly that war meant, of course. No, her reasons were much more selfish than that. She simply wanted to have the stimulation and excitement that working in the shipyard had brought her. She missed those days. She missed the friends she made there too. Now that the war was over, and everyone had settled back into being wives and mothers, it was nearly impossible to find the time to get together even for the briefest amount of time.
In some ways, it was worse for Shirley trying to fall back into that role, because it wasn’t one that she had ever really wanted to fill. She’d always been a tomboy, preferring overalls to skirts and tree climbing to tea parties. Thanks to her mother’s insistence, she knew basic housewifely tasks, like cooking and cleaning, but she didn’t like any of them. She hadn’t noticed it so much at first, what with setting up her new house (thank goodness she’d convinced Walter that there was no way in hell she and his mother could coexist in the same household without bloodshed being involved). But now that all the cupboards, drawers, and closets were arranged, there wasn’t anything to do.
She would have loved to find a job to help fill her days, but now that the war was over women just didn’t work. Well, married women anyway. Since Dotty was widowed, she could work to her little heart’s content without anyone batting an eye. If Shirley had dared, she would have faced the scorn that comes from living in a gossipy small town. Hopefully, she thought as she got up from the sofa where she had dramatically flopped, there would be a baby to prepare for and take care of soon, and that would provide a distraction for Shirley. It would be even better if that baby turned out to be a boy, because Shirley would be able to teach him so much more than she would a daughter.
