“Aye, an" so what?” the Irish girl said. “Yer nuthin but a Tally bastard. Ah hope they take yer dad away tae a concentration camp.”
Her watching classmates jeered.
“Yer jist a fuckin" wog,” one brazen hooligan said, and punched Graziella in the face.
“Your sister had a hard time,” Fred said.
12 June 1940, two days after Italy declared war, bands of rough young men from Westburn flocked to Kempock. They came by bus and bicycle, others arrived by foot until they numbered several hundred. A loose band, a hundred strong, broke away to attack Graziella"s cafe, and the police struggled to hold off the mob. Graziella stood her ground. She told the ringleaders to go to hell, and offered the stock to the police.
“Give it to the soldiers stationed in Westburn. My husband is in the Seaforths. Be
