‘I’m proud of you, Emmeline. And your father would be, I know. I understand why you’re going there. Their investigation into women’s health is long-standing and well-documented.’ Mother held her face and stroked her cheeks with her thumbs. ‘But the situation’s delicate over there. It’s become more fraught since the English exodus after the Olympics.’ Her mother sighed. ‘Do you really need to be in Berlin?’
She smiled at her mother, who was frowning and holding her hand as if she planned on keeping it as a memento. ‘I’ll be fine. Anyway, it’s not actually in Berlin. It’s further afield – I shan’t be living next-door to the Reich’s upper crust, I promise.’ She laughed, knowing full well that class differentiation had never meant anything to her mother. It was one of the many wonderful thing
