Authors: K.C. Finn
Tags: #young adult, #historical, #wwii, #historical romance, #ww2, #ya, #europe, #telepathic, #clean teen publishing, #kc finn
“
This could be it boys,” he said in a proud Scottish boom,
“our salvation has come.”
“
The Gaullists are working to free us,” he explained,
producing a pair of spectacles to inspect the tiny print on the
paper, “of course their tunnels will be much sturdier than ours,
they’ve got the materials.”
“
Another tunnel?” someone questioned behind Ieuan. Everyone
shushed him.
“
Yes,” the WC answered with gritted teeth, “but as I say, a
much better one. It leads out into a village quite a way from here.
All we have to do is dig due north to try and meet it. It comes out
here two days from now if they keep up their speed.”
“
You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered immediately.
How do you know that?
I asked, a
desperate relief spreading through my whole body.
“
It’s for your own protection;” Henri answered angrily, “Gail
says so.”
Where on earth are you?
I
asked.
“
I can’t tell you anything yet,” he said sadly, “I’m trying to
get home.”
“
Mum?” Henri asked. I felt his eyes flicker to the side as he
thought. “Gail is… your mother?”
She didn’t tell you
, I mused,
of course she didn’t tell you.
“
Why did she keep it from me?” Henri whispered.
Because that’s what my family does, apparently.
I felt the old resentment creeping into my
head.
What did she tell you about
me?
“
That the psychic trips were making you ill,” he said, “please
don’t make yourself sick for me Kit, with any luck I’ll be home
soon and-”
She’s lied to you,
I interjected.
Henri froze, I felt him rubbing his palms on his knees like he
always did when his nerves were up.
She
was the one causing my fevers. She’s afraid of people finding out
what I am, in case the government pick me up to work for the War
Office like her.
“
I suppose she’s trying to protect you,” he
murmured.
Don’t defend her,
I insisted,
seething inside. This wasn’t the time for his forgiving
nature.
And if she comes to talk to you,
don’t tell her I’m back in your head.
No more than usual,
I
replied,
I’m not even using my chair any
more. Bickerstaff’s got it at the moment.
“
He’s there?” I felt a rush of relief in Henri’s chest. He
felt thinner than he had been, more frail somehow. “Thank
God.”
“
I don’t know which to feel more sorry for,” Henri whispered,
half a laugh in his words. I laughed too, a warm smile overtaking
my bitterness for my secret keeping family.
“
I should hope so,” Henri replied with a smile, “It would have
been much easier to get back to Norway from here, the Resistance
are struggling to arrange my passage to England.”
“
Somewhere in France, I shouldn’t say more,” he answered,
“Look, don’t be too hard on your mother, Kit. She has all kinds of
contacts with the Free French; they rescued me when the Italians
were transporting me to Egypt. Gail directed me to all these
different safe houses until I could get to this restaurant. I ran
miles every day from one to the next, avoiding the German patrols.
I’ve been well looked after.”
“
I’ve missed your voice so much,” Henri said gently, “I... I
love you still, you know.”
“
I think I might have told your mother some things I shouldn’t
have,” he mumbled, “she asked about us. It’s quite embarrassing now
that I think about it.”
I don’t care,
I answered,
if there’s one thing she can’t get in the way of,
it’s me loving you.
“
Even if I’ve been living in a cupboard for two weeks?” Henri
asked with a chuckle. “I think I smell like the restaurant
downstairs.”
Even so,
I replied.
“
A meeting is happening here tomorrow,” he explained, “They
don’t usually tell me anything until it’s time to actually do
something. But I’ve been invited to the meeting, so that’s a good
sign I think.”
“
Be careful,” Henri warned, “Gail might do the same
thing.”
I will be careful,
I
promised,
but it won’t stop me now.
Nothing was going to stop me from seeing that
Henri got home safe.
“
Next Friday?” Mam bellowed, “And how do you propose we get
everything ready in seven days’ time?”
“
I’ve done most of it already on the phone this morning,” Blod
explained, “My old friends from school are coming tomorrow to fix
up the dresses, Steven’s still got his best suit and he’s had a
word with our preacher up at the chapel.”
“
He took pity on me,” Bickerstaff said with a smile, but I
couldn’t miss the bitter note in his words.
“
Don’t knock it boy,” Idrys replied with a warning finger,
“you’ve had a hard time of it, take what you can while people are
feeling generous.”
“
But people won’t be able to travel up in time,” Mam
protested, “Your Auntie Gert and-”
“
Oh bugger them, I don’t want them yur anyway,” Blod said,
waving her off. She brought Bickerstaff a cup of tea and kissed his
scarred cheek gently. “Them aunties always cause trouble, nosey
things. Besides which Thomas is already coming up on leave next
weekend, and he’s the only one I really care about being
there.”
“
At least you don’t have to worry about my side,” Bickerstaff
added with a laugh that nobody returned, trying to hide their pity
for the man with no family ties.
“
No friends from medical school or nothing?” Mam asked, giving
him a kind smile.
“
That reminds me Kit I invited your mother,” she began, “I
thought she might be too busy like, but she says she can make it.
Isn’t that great?”
“
Leighton will be thrilled,” I remarked, avoiding the
question. I definitely wasn’t ready to see Mum again so soon and if
she was here at Ty Gwyn there was no chance of checking on
Henri.
“
Well everything’s all right then, isn’t it?” Blod said
triumphantly, “Bampi, you’ll have to take me out today to see about
flowers.”
“
Oh good,” Idrys answered, “I was hoping there’d be even more
work to do today than usual.”
“
Bloody women eh?” he remarked to Bickerstaff.
“
Don’t get me started,” the doctor replied.
“
I bet it’ll be snowing by Friday,” she mused, “Blod won’t
have thought of that.”
“
I suppose you have to let them do it their way,” I mused. Mam
gave me a knowing nod.
“
It’s funny how she’s come back round to him,” Mam said as she
scrubbed out the butter tray, “I think he was about twenty five
when he arrived yur, strapping young doctor from England, you know.
All the girls were mad on him back then, Blod too. She talked on
forever about his big blue eyes; oh I was sick of it!” She passed
me the tray with a shrug. “And now yur we are, five years on and
suddenly they’re in love. It’s a mad world, innit?”
“
Very mad,” I agreed, thinking about all the mad things that
Mam didn’t even know were going on.
“
She went off him for ages, said she hated him,” Mam
continued, putting down her things and wiping her hands dry, “She’d
never go to the doctor when she was your age, not even when-” She
caught herself, looking at me carefully for a moment. “Well, not
even when she really needed him. But he always came yur if we
called him, you know? He’s been very good to our
family.”