Sussex and London‘WE’RE going to be late.’ Andrei’s face was pale and tense, so different from two days ago at Woody Bay. ‘We mustn’t be late. It would be bad, bad for my family.’
All six of them were on the train from Battle to Charing Cross station in London. Andrei had been nervous all morning. When she saw his anxious expression at breakfast Barbara was sure that he had not slept.
He had packed his suitcase neatly, putting in it the smart, green pullover that the Durhams had given him. They were afraid that Andrei might not wear it back in Moscow. His parents might not wish him to draw attention to himself by wearing something so foreign.
‘We’ll give it to him, just like the others,’ Barbara suggested to John. ‘His parents can decide what to do.’ Andrei had not spoken to them much a
