He was strolling along the street with George Edward to get some outside air, hardly fresh in central London, and a sandwich. George had seemed unusually keen on accompanying him, had insisted he pay and [more…]
MONDAY, SECOND WEEK AFTER EASTER The car had met him at the airport and was taking him straight to a villa away from the city, by the coast, nice and quiet, almost certainly the [more…]
Later that evening she ushered in a dishevelled Sam, heavily laden with what looked a back pack, tent, sleeping bag, webbing. “Thanks Miss.” He looked overawed, out of place in her restrained luxury, not used [more…]
The conversation with Martha hadn’t gone well. Alan knew he couldn’t duck his responsibility, he could soften the blow by obfuscating his worst suspicions, explain that Sam had opted to stay behind on his own, [more…]
Andy Bowson was back at the control centre by nine, starting to piece together the reports from the various raids around the country prior to a meeting with his superiors at tea time. Days of [more…]
They were preparing to head out tonight, a dozen outside boys, one on a stretcher, Gillian and David Kingsbridge, and an infant carried by an Art who seemed to be trying to make amends for [more…]
Helena sat down at the bedside, handed over more grapes, a small bag containing some of his things, razor, tooth brush, that sort of thing. He was smiling at her in a lop-sided way. “I [more…]
“Sam, I want you to tell me exactly what happened in there, while I was in the office.” Alan had decided to wait, let them all get some rest, regain some perspective, himself especially, get [more…]
They were walking back the five miles from the village where the new American girl was staying with an older married couple like Martha and Iltud, children no longer at home, who were paid by [more…]
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