Lydia notes his guarded expression at the mention of War - confirmation of her earlier assessment: Wayne Martin was nothing like her husband. She watches as Cathy and Wayne's eyes meet and frowned just slightly. Without thinking, she crosses her slim legs beneath the table, her patent leather-encased shoe brushing his calf slightly. She smiles by way of apology and lifts another piece of fruit to her red lips.<br/><br/>"Sorry... It's not so bad once you get used to the place. It was more fun when all you boys were over there, though." A note of resentment slips into her honeyed voice. "I took over my husband's assembly job while he was in the Navy. So many of us ladies treated it like our patriotic duty, but I think it was more than that at the end. It was just so incredibly liberating to be able to do something aside from cooking or washing or Lady's bridge."<br/><br/>