3Hotel Jean D’Arc, Marseilles, Monday 3 April 1916
‘Hurry up, Lex. We’ll miss the train if you don’t get moving,’ Vicky said with irritation. ‘What’s holding you up?’
‘I can’t find my other shoe.’
‘This one here?’ Lucy asked as she dragged a shoe from under a bed and tossed it across the room to Alex. ‘Get yourself sorted out before Vicky dies of apoplexy. We do have to get a move on.’
The three nurses hurried along the corridor to the stairs. As they passed the door to Matron Kenny’s room they heard the two matrons arguing.
‘I want Paignton-Fox in my group. She’s too full of her own importance and needs to learn a bit of discipline. You’re too easy with her.’ Matron Morgan’s voice was raised.
‘What’s that all about?’ Vicky asked.
Alex put her finger to her lips and stepped across t
