heart was squeezed tight, she had to hand over the letter for Walter to finish.
He scanned it. âOh, this ainât right, Sadie. Heâs writing in secretbecause Mrs Whittaker said not to let us know poor Geoffâs ill. She thinks weâll only worry.â
âToo right we will.â Sadie stood up, ready to go for her hat and coat then and there. âThat settles it.â Her mind flew over the things she would have to arrange; leave of absence from the factory, train tickets, an explanation for Annie so that she could keep an eye on Walter and Meggie.
âWhat you up to now?â
âIâm gonna bring them back home, no messing.â
âWait. We arenât one hundred per cent sure yet, are we?â He couldnât help thinking of the toll on everyoneâs nerves; the day-in, day-out worrying about what Hitler was up to. In Walterâs opinion it was a matter of when, not if, he would strike.
âSure of what?â
âSure itâs the right thing.â
She frowned with the effort of giving him a hearing. âI know one thing, Walt, it ainât right where they are now.â
Sheâd spent the winter in an agony of doubt, veering between hoping for the best; trusting human nature and the will of God and fearing the worst: that the Whittakers were the sort who might exploit evacuees, and what this might entail for her two boys. She also had the evidence before her eyes of other mothers, worried sick about their absent children, taking all means to get them back home, travelling by bus or by truck, even hitching a ride into the country to fetch them.
âI donât think itâs safe to have them back,â Walter insisted quieuy.
âOh,â she cried, âsays you! What about the others who think it is perfectly safe? Why do you think weâve got shelters and sandbags and sirens and klaxons? So we donât all get blown to bits, thatâs why!â
âBut if Jerry does start in on usââ
âIf, if, if! Itâs been âifâ for more than six months, and nothing but false alarms and rumours.â She argued as if her life depended on it.
Upstairs in her room, Meggie heard the raised voices and came down.
Walter tried to think straight. It was true, many families had taken the risk of being back together. Heâd also heard some horror stories of children being abominably, treated in their billets; worked to the bone, half starved even beaten. Now the letter from Bertie made it likely that their own sons had been far from kindly received.
âHe ainât mentioned his new Wellingtons,â Sadie said with a choking sob. âWhat happened to that parcel, Walter?â
âRight.â He nodded as if this tipped the balance. âPack your bag.â
Sadie gasped with relief. âI can go and fetch them?â
In the doorway, Meggie stood hugging her dressing gown to her chest. She knew this would put her own increasingly desperate search for her father well down the list of Sadieâs priorities. However, she could hardly object.
âMeggie, fetch the brown suitcase from the attic, then run up to the Duke and ask your gran to come down, quick as you can. You can tell her Iâm going to fetch the boys back home.â It was as if the weight of the world had lifted from Sadieâs shoulders. âOh, Walter, Iâm sure this is the best thing. It feels right. I want the boys with us, whatever happens.â
Meggie went on her errand, while Walter followed Sadie round their bedroom as she began to pack. âDo you want me to come?â
She straightened up in the midst of folding a navy blue and white spotted blouse. âIf you want.â
âI want what you want. And whatâs best for the boys. And Meggie.â He left the choice to her.
âThen I think I should go. You stay and take care of things here. I have this idea to go on the train to Manchester, to
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