Chapter 4: Leslie’s Premonition
St. Michael’s Rectory, Morning
Next morning, Mrs. Crowe cooked a rather full and what Leslie thought an indecent breakfast, given the constraints of wartime. She quickly washed up, grabbed her coat and hat, and spent a moment “tidying” herself in the hall mirror.
He didn’t ask how she managed to get hold of the ingredients for fresh baked bread, or the bacon and eggs, for that matter. He assumed it had to be through those damned connections Robert spoke about. Leslie knew it wasn’t right the clergy seemed to help themselves to those benefits—whatever the source—while others went without, but his full stomach said otherwise.
“All right,” she said, straightening her hat. “I’m ready, love. Let’s go.”
On their way, Leslie couldn’t believe the activity on th
