CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
LONDON, TUESDAY JANUARY 15 1952
A chill wind that might indicate cold weather approaching licks at Elsie’s face. She enters the familiar building in the Strand and begins to walk up the narrow flight of stairs. As she enters the well-known offices and walks past Mr Simpson’s door, she is not surprised to find it open. Some things never change. As she stops on the threshold, though, something does change. Simpson, who always looks down at his desk, even when talking to somebody, looks up. Elsie smiles broadly and Simpson waves her into the office.
“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes, Elsie Carlin,” he murmurs.
“Elsie Crawford now, Mr Simpson. Hello, how are you?”
Yes of course. Married, how long is it now? Well, sit down, don’t stand on ceremony; the words flow endle
