Chapter 6
Linton to Liverpool
March 27, 1944Del slept in. The driver, a Corporal Anderton whom Del had never met before, woke him and urged him, with a manner that was both deferential and surly, to hurry up. “Your shirt is right here, sir,”
Anderton would snap, and Del would cheerfully answer, “Is it the blue one?” Del was hung over and he had taken an instant dislike to Anderton. He was trying to bear in mind that he had nothing to lose any more.
While Del shaved, Anderton stuffed everything he could find into Del’s duffel bag. He offered to help Del with his jacket and greatcoat, though Del drew the line at allowing the corporal to tie his tie for him. Finally Del was ready, and he stood to light a cigarette on the steps as Anderton loaded the duffel in the back of a huge black car.
