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AIR-RAID AT THE DOWLANDS’
September 1944Marty was setting out plates on the dining table and Robert placing cutlery either side of them. It had been Marty’s idea to skip the usual six o’clock high tea and have a real late dinner. It was a challenge from Valerie after he had boasted that he was a really good cook. She had managed to get some wet fish from Macfisheries and Marty some alcoholic drink at the officers’ mess.
“See, Rob, this is cod-veronique. Some day I’ll do the real thing with sole.”
“I like steamed cod myself. Doesn’t lie heavily on the stomach.” George looked up from his paper.
“Gee, you’ll like this, too, George. And it’s the least I can do. It’s just a way of getting together for an evening chat. What would I have done without you all? Don’t know how grateful I am t
