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Sibling Report and Hammock Sandwich
31st March, 1944
Hi Brother Mine,
Okay. I know now to be patient. I will no longer panic because there’s no letter from you. I’ll know you’re being a South African hero, nay a World War II hero, somewhere.
You’ll always be mine.
So! I think my matchmaking ruse might be working! Mother went on a date with Colonel Cairns. She was all a-twitter, either because she was thrilled to see him or embarrassed there was such a sendoff with Lena, Sofie, Buffer and me sizing up the situation and crowding the hall. She made her exit on his arm like only our mother can—with style, poise, confidence and a royal wave of dismissal of her subjects in the hall from her gloved hand.
I must tell you that a secret source (don’t I sound like Mata Hari?) told me—wait f
