Author/Uploaded by Charles Todd
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two About the Author Also by Charles Todd Copyright About the Publisher iv v vii 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 ii iii vi Guide Cover Contents Chapter One Dedication This book is especially for Martha Teachey, a sister, aunt, and a very special person in both our lives. Through it all a survivor today and always. For Fran and Don, dear friends and family to us. Family born of caring rather than mere blood. Their kindness and dedication are beyond comprehension. For sweet little Button, who brought joy to the lives of her family. Always friendly, always happy, she had a tail wag and smile for everyone. Button was a member of the family for fifteen years, and they miss her every day. Chapter One Somerset, July 1919 Simon brought in the post, set it on the salver in the hall, and went on through the house and out across the back garden to his cottage just beyond the wood. I’d watched him go from my window. Since we’d returned from Ireland, he’d spent most of his time there. Iris, our maid, claimed he was writing his war memoires, like all the generals were doing just now. I reminded her that he wasn’t a General. But, of course, Iris just shook her head and said, “There’s no rule says a Sergeant-Major can’t do the same, is there?” “Well, no,” I’d told her then. Iris always has her own interpretation about any situation. Still, I didn’t believe her, because most of Simon’s war, like the Colonel Sahib’s, was still officially secret. I was just coming down the stairs as she collected the post from the salver. “Mostly for the Colonel Sahib,” she said, looking up at me as she sorted the letters. “I’ll set it on his desk, shall I?” Then she stopped. “Oh, look, Miss, something for you.” She acted as if I never received any letters at all and this was a treat. Which warned me that it wasn’t the usual post. Now she was holding up the last envelope. “And for your mother, Miss. Shall I take it back or will you?” “I’ll take it. I wanted to ask her about making new curtains for my bedroom.” “Oh, Miss, what about spring green? I’ve always fancied spring green,” she said. She was still holding on to my letter, as if reluctant to go on about her duties until she’s seen me read it. “I haven’t decided yet,” I said diplomatically, and held out my hand. Mine wasn’t a letter after all. It was a postal card. From Australia. No wonder she was curious! My second thought was, Had Simon seen it? Iris was pretending not to watch me as I looked at the front of the card—a drawing of a kookaburra bird—and then slowly turned it over. I knew who it was from, and why. Sergeant Lassiter . . . It read simply, Changed your mind yet? There was no signature. I didn’t need one. He’d proposed to me near the end of the war, and I’d said no, and I hadn’t seen him since then. I’d assumed—rightly, it seemed—that he’d returned with his regiment to Australia. Clearly disappointed that I hadn’t satisfied her curiosity about the sender, Iris handed me the letter for my mother. I was still standing there when she went on about her duties. The Sergeant and I had had a history. I hadn’t been in love with him—besides that, I was still a nursing Sister, and