She was sitting across from Peggy in the small cafe, the remains of their light lunch on the table. Peggy wasn't really surprised at what her sister had to say, but she had not expected it. Arlene was not one to confess, especially anything concerning her marriage. There were two years difference between Peggy and Arlene, with Arlene the youngest. They had never been really close, as many sisters were. Once or twice, as teenagers, they had come close to discussing their feelings, but two years was a huge difference during the teenage years. Peggy, being thirty-two now, had been the most surprised of all when Arlene married at eighteen. She had not thought her sister would marry that young.

"I miss my husband," Arlene said, putting her coffee cup down. "He's gone so much. I thought, you being single all these years, you would understand more than anyone else."

"Understand what, Arlene?" Peggy asked. Arlene became nervous, fidgeting in her chair, looking down, then around the small place, but never directly at Peggy. "It's kind of hard to talk about. I thought you'd be the best one, more understanding."

"Just say it," Peggy urged. "I've never seen you so nervous, or blushing so much."

"Well, it is a little embarrassing," Arlene said in a soft, almost shy voice. "The fact is… well, Peggy, I'm not getting enough!"

"Enough what?" Peggy asked.

"Oh, Peggy, you know!"

"I do?" Peggy asked, puzzled. "Arlene, stop talking in circles and tell me what it is. Maybe I can help. But I won't know until you tell me what the problem is. Is it some female problem, Arlene?"

"You could say that," her sister replied.

"Have you discussed it with your husband?"

"I can't," Arlene answered. "He's gone most of the time, you know that."

"Come on, talk about it," Peggy said. "Maybe it's something I can help you with."