Chapter 8

“Well, I must be off. Just wanted to spread the word. Certainly a first for our quiet little village.” And then, as quickly as she’d accosted them, Flora moved off down the street.

“There she goes,” Winnie said, “on the way to ensnare her next unsuspecting victim.”

“The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on.”

“What?”

“Something I once read. Such a damned impossible woman.”

Winnie mentioned earlier she had a project at the vicarage, something to do with helping Vicar Crandall catalogue religious books, so off she went in that direction.

Leslie suddenly felt unsettled, as if the ground had shifted beneath him. He knew this feeling well for it began in the Blitz and had never left him. He was anxious to get home to Caroline. A few stiff drinks wouldn’t hurt either. He could depend on her. Caroline was his safe harbor, and, despite a pregnancy that made her disagreeable at best, she was always game for the cocktail hour. 5: The Suicide Note

May 1942