CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
LONDON, THURSDAY JANUARY 10 1946
The worst, most boring, most repetitive part of the day is the morning rush to work on the Underground. Elsie finds it most repugnant, crushed in with people all round and up against you as you cling on to a strap. Or you find yourself pressed hard against the train doors without a hope of moving in any direction. It is almost as bad going home, she reflects, but at least then, you have done a day’s work and are going back to a good meal and a relaxing evening. Then the unusual, the unexpected happens and a man in a grey suit and trilby hat stands up and offers her his seat. She is so surprised that she hardly looks at him or even sees his face, but she does say thank you very much and sits down swiftly before he changes his mind.
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