Chapter 9: The Road to the Ruins
The Hillman huffed and puffed and stalled now and then in the stop and go traffic. Even though Edward kept mum about their destination, Leslie was thrilled to be away from the confines of the rectory and his memories of the past few days. Barring air raid sirens, flying bombs, and this hellish war in general, he was with the man he adored and that was all that mattered.
“You need to apologize,” Edward said, interrupting Leslie’s musings. “What the hell were you thinking? What came over you this morning?”
A lorry pulled into the roadway ahead of them and Edward swerved in time to avoid a collision. He banged his hands against the steering wheel. “Damn that sod to hell!”
Leslie gave his lover’s knee a reassuring pat. He glanced through the side window at
