Chapter Eleven
The next few weeks passed in a haze for Jenny. She was in love with Mariette, head over heels, and nothing else mattered. They were together as much as possible, and didn’t mind that their relationship was obvious to everyone. During their Special Duty they usually went the little room Mariette had discovered – there were a few days when they had to miss it, but they usually managed it at some time during the afternoon. Jenny named it their ‘place of tryst.’
“Tryst?” Mariette asked. “What’s that?”
“It’s an old word for a lovers’ meeting place. We did it in poetry at school.”
“Oh. I wouldn’t know about that.”
“Didn’t you do poems?”
“Didn’t do school. I truanted.”
They spent as long there as they dared, then rushed to make up time, working together round the wings where
