October 1940
October 1940October 1940Hetty stirred the spoon in her teacup and watched the steam rise up in inviting curls. She lifted the cup up to her nose and took in the aroma, but as the scent hit her senses her stomach suddenly turned. She rushed to the sink and poured the tea out but was a second too late. Her stomach purged itself of the toast she’d eaten half an hour before she had left for the bureau.
Elizabeth was at her side at once, rubbing her hand up and down her back as she gagged and coughed. Her body seized in wrenching cramps. She frantically pushed her hair back from her face as she threw up again.
“Let me.” Elizabeth gently gathered her hair back for her. Hetty braced her hands on either side of the small sink and coughed as she fought to breathe and relax. Her body
