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The invitation was most strange, most unexpected, an acquaintance of her late husband, he had said. Less than two years ago, and she would not have dreamt of taking a tram from Paddington up to Middlesex alone, navigating the crowds and following directions herself, yet a lot had changed since the start of the war and the death of her husband, and young women could not be thought of as resting upon their laurels, such was the current opinion. It was high time she rolled up her sleeves and began doing things for herself.
Thus, it was, that on a pleasant Sunday in early May, a week after the Bank Holiday, Luna found herself at an address in Harlesden, looking at the large wrought iron gate before her, a decorative bat inlaid at the very center, and feeling a sort of nervousne
