CHAPTER EIGHT
LONDON, MONDAY JUNE 19 1944
Elsie draws the blackout curtains in the kitchen and allows daylight to flood into the room. Gazing out, she registers a dry but dull morning. She shakes her head wearily as this is nothing new, most of the month until now has been grey and cloudy with occasional swirls of rain. Warm, though, she concedes, thinking that you can’t have everything, and our English weather is always unpredictable, anyway. She moves from the window to the table to begin laying out plates and utensils for breakfast. She finds herself laying everything out exactly as she did yesterday morning, even going to the trouble of moving the butter dish five inches. She is hardly aware of what she is doing or that she is doing anything differently but, in her mind, she is think
