May 29, 1940
May 29, 1940May 29, 1940Hetty called Cunningham House early in the morning. A weary Mrs. Harrow answered the phone. Hetty’s stomach knotted as she tried not to think about what she was getting ready to do. She had her hair pulled back in a band at the nape of her neck and wore comfortable trousers and a blue sweater, along with a pair of work boots that she had broken in ages ago. It was the best “rescue the BEF” outfit she could devise that would keep her warm and mobile while working on the boat.
“Mrs. Harrow, it’s Hetty. It’s rather urgent. Can you wake Lizzie up?”
“What on earth for, dearie?”
“Please, Mrs. Harrow. It’s an emergency,” Hetty begged her. She twisted the cable of the phone between her fingers, anxiously waiting for her friend. She didn’t have much time if
