“In other words, leave me alone,” Leslie said.
Edward taped his partner on the hand. “Leave it, Les. Robert said he’s working on it. Besides, I think we really should be thinking of getting back to the village.”
“What do you say, Robert?” Leslie asked. “You don’t really need us here and Maisie has plenty of volunteers at the WVS.”
Robert didn’t respond. He turned a page in the newspaper, then quickly turned back to the previous one. “What the hell? Listen to this: Late yesterday, St. Andrew’s Home for Boys at Beaumont Street off the Marylebone High Street sustained significant damage to an exterior wall when a V1 struck several adjacent homes in the area.”
“What about the children?” Leslie asked.
“Evacuated to the countryside,” Robert said. “I visited Father Anselm at the beginning of the Blitz. That’s how I know.”
“God, what a relief,” Edward said.
Robert put down the paper and set his reading glasses on top of it. “Brings back a lot of memories, doesn’t it, Les?”