Chapter 22Lucy went to bed feeling like a wrung-out dishrag. Poor Sylvia, to feel so strongly about Anna after three years. Lucy hadn’t seen her cry since the very first time they’d met…and she now realised that had been connected to Anna Masters as well. Lucy was angry on Sylvia’s behalf.
But she was also a tiny bit angry on her own account. Clearly Sylvia didn’t see her as anything more than a child. Or she hadn’t done until this evening.
She knew she was younger than Sylvia. Everyone had made sure she knew they saw her as little more than a girl in those first months at the hospital. That she’d had to get Mama and Papa’s permission for her war work still rankled a little. And after it all, after giving her best for all that time, the truly horrible things she’d seen and dealt with…peo
