Windflower Wedding. Elizabeth Elgin

‘I thought you would like to know.’

      ‘You’ll get us all into trouble, listening to that wireless,’ Tante Clara grumbled, though she suspected it was not only news broadcasts Bernadette and her man listened in to. ‘What else did it say?’

      ‘That Italians and Germans are surrendering in their thousands and that Spitfires and food have got through to Malta, at last. But I must go, make a meal for Denys.’

      ‘He’s back, then? Beats me where that husband of yours gets to. Has he got a mistress?’

      ‘Tante Clara,’ Natasha scolded when their neighbour had left, nose in air, ‘that wasn’t kind. Perhaps Denys can’t tell anyone where he goes. For all we know, he may be –’

      ‘Child! How many times must I tell you that we don’t know