A short note from her father was tucked into the three pages from Dorothy. He’d discovered that the CCS had been close to the front and was worried, but had refrained from saying anything until her wounds had healed. Now he urged her to stay in England and not go back to France. She smiled at his final words. You’re the future, Lucy. I love you. Take good care. It was unlike her father to show so much emotion and the desire to be home became stronger.
At least her dad would be relieved now the war was over. He’d be happy too when she told him she was getting married.
Vicky’s letter was full of gossip. Robert Simmons had left the CCS and the surgeon who’d replaced him was terribly good looking, and single. So many nurses were requesting to work in the theatre that Tubs had threatened to s
