Chapter ThirteenI will not spend much time over the next few weeks of that eventful year. There is sufficient grief and mourning in everybody's life without forcing you to read of it in a book that is supposed to be about romance. Suffice it to say that it was not the best period in my young life and I was supported by true friends both old and new.
My mother was always there, keeping me busy, and so was Kitty, strangely enough. Molly gave advice and support while Captain Chadwick and Mr Howard hovered in the background, the latter as a father figure for all his French connection and the former as something else, although I did not yet know quite what, then.
We buried David in the graveyard that wrapped somberly around the parish church with all the officers standing in silent mourning a
