CHAPTER 39
The evening sun dipped slowly behind the last wispy cloud formations of the day as night cast its cloak over the village. Silence descended upon Olney St. Mary as the few villagers who still dared to venture onto the streets locked their doors and hid away from the terror that had gripped their lives over the last week.
In the kitchen of Hilary Newton’s home, she and the two nurses. Edith Kinnaird and Christine Rigby were finishing the remnants of a meal prepared by the doctor as a small thank you to the girls. She’d witnessed the degree of effort they’d put into their work since arriving in the village, and, unlike the personnel who’d arrived with Angus McKay, these girls had after all volunteered for the work they were now involved in, and all of them still mourned the third
