Chapter 10: Men on Missions
A Village in Kent
Inside the cottage, Leslie sat reading the village Clarion. He turned away from his newspaper and glanced out of the large bay window that looked directly onto the street. Due to the inclement weather, he barely recognized anything other than the shape of a tree or a vague glow from a street lamp across the way. The heavy mist and fog enveloped the front garden. Visibility was nil. Yet he had never been this happy. Not even in the weeks before the bombings, when he and Edward shared a flat as a couple in London had he experienced such pleasure in being together, really together.
“Enjoy the moment,” his brother, Robert, told him. “Don’t let happiness be, as the poets say, a thing remembered. Recognize it when it happens, hold it close and liv
