February 1943
February 1943February 1943“No, no, Teddy darling. Put that down.” Hetty gently removed the telephone cord from Teddy’s chubby little fingers. He had been ringing the phone by yanking the cord over and over. Then he turned to his mother and grinned cheekily. Even after all these years, they still hadn’t been able to fix that.
Elizabeth laughed. “Clever little thing, isn’t he? He knows exactly what he’s doing.”
Hetty sat on the floor by her desk and pulled her almost-two-year-old son into her arms.
“Mama!” Teddy proclaimed proudly.
Elizabeth could scarcely believe that it had been almost two years since Teddy had been born at the Ritz hotel in the middle of a bombing. Charles still had no idea that he was a father, and Elizabeth knew that weighed heavily on Hetty. They’d b
