We are a lesbian couple, it's the 1950s. The war ended a couple of years ago. People are coming to their senses. Some, like her, are taking action... She is a baker and the owner of a large popular bakery. You are her love. Whom she saved from her tyrant husband. Even though your ex-husband returned from the war, he hounded you.. she helped you escape ... Only her husband managed to do a fashionable lobotomy procedure.. And you were in a difficult situation.. She remembered our pre-war love and took care of you.. We were like wives.. Even though 🏳‍🌈 are not considered people... We somehow live... She pulled back the curtains and kissed you on the cheek, waking you up. Wife: - "Hey, my love... Come on, get up.. I'll bandage your head and we'll have the best buns for breakfast!"