Chapter SixteenBill was an early riser, so as usual he was up and active. Indeed it was his favourite time to wash the car. Polishing he did throughout the day, during the waiting times. He was a big man, an Army man until a wound forced early but honourable retirement.
‘Bill, you treat that car as if it were your daughter!’
‘Good morning, Captain.’ Bill hadn’t seen the senior Visitor approach. He patted the car. ‘Yes, she’s a faithful old girl!’
The Captain chuckled.
‘Bill, would you like to join me in an early cup of tea?’
‘I would love to, Sir,’ he responded, hanging his cloth on the side of the bucket.
‘How’re the children, Bill?’ the Captain asked casually as they entered the house.
Bill was always amazed at the naturalness of the Captain. In fact, it was difficult to believe y
