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CHAPTER 7: WAR

Many sat by the wireless that day including Jack as he heard the obvious; that war had been declared on Germany after they begun an invasion of Poland. It had been a brief few weeks and his son as a strong lad is; had amazed many a doctor by getting out and about by wheelchair. The postman knocked the door to his cottage and as he rose his ankles clicked with protest; the sign of age. With clicking in feet he took a few brisk steps to door.

“Morning Mister Jones; got a small parcel for you.”

Jack smiled and rattled it about; “Can't think what this could be?”

“Comes from London; I'd figure its wedding cake.” The postman enthused; “Better to have good news than to live with the bleakness of another war.”

Jack took one more look at the parcel; “I don't know which is the better news posty?”

The guy look taken aback a little; “Well have it with a cuppa and you'll feel better after.”

Jack watched the guy walk down and just as he began to close the gate he asked the lad; “How come you are so chipper?”

“I'm off to the war; got my papers this morning. I'm going to blast jerry to merry hell and be back for Christmas.”

Jack Jones closed the door with a few sombre words; “That's what they said when the last war broke out. Very few were chipper when they came home.”

If news were all as bad as this lately he figured that maybe his son was right and best be off. Another thought caught his mind that as they were close to airfield the German's might come over and bomb village. He didn't really want his son in firing line; this was a new terror and one that made his nights almost a sleepless one.

 

Jason sat there training his solitary eye to focus on reading the news; though in hindsight the news was bad in his view. The war as from yesterday had officially begun. He knew he'd have little part in it and it would take him a great many years of rehabilitation to get anywhere near fit again. The doctor's said he may or may not get his sight back and they were still in the dark about his overall health. He laughed to himself as he thought over that statement; still in the dark like his one eye. He was chuckling to himself in the day room when someone caught hold of his wheelchair and started to move it.

“Hey! I was sitting here.”

The person said little until he was wheeled over to a window and there another seat was begging for someone to sit upon it. Jason got a good look at the lady all dressed very smartly in a women's version of a three piece suit; the skirt, waste jacket and of course the overcoat matching. He recognised her dark hair and almost pouting lips.

“I bet I was the last person you thought you would see.” She said in her low tone.

Jason found her voice very enchanting and a relief from some of the squeaky voices you found about from time to time.

“Aye, I know you…” As soon as he said this his memory lost it; “Sorry the old brain is very slow some days…um; you were at the engagement party.”

She smiled as she rested her elbows onto the table that parted them; resting her head onto her hands she looked deeply into his blue eyes and gave him a helping hand; “Begins with a ‘K'.”

He found her name at the back of his mind and as the name rushed forward he spoke it out for all to see; “Katherine… Katherine…”

Katherine laughed as she thought of a way to help him; “As in jump into a big body of water.”

He frowned a little before the image of the water and the name came; “Katherine Lake.” Then he remembered more; “How are you coping?”

She sat back and pulled out a cigarette; “Oh fine I guess; a little step a day helps me cope with his loss.”

He saw her reach for her lighter; “I'd prefer it if you didn't.”

“What an odd thing!”

He sat back and cocked his head at her focussing with his good eye; “What?”

“A man that doesn't actually smoke!” She placed the lighter back into her small black leather handbag; “My late husband smoked like a trooper and I have dabbled with it.” She smiled once more; “I on the other hand have been looking for an opportunity to give it up.”

“Aye, I think you should.”

“What incentive is there for me as I roam around a lonely house with only a few elderly servants to stop me from going out of my mind?”

“You could invite a few friends round to help take your mind off of it.” He watched her sit further back and cross her legs.

“You could do that for me; as you have proved to be a good friend in saving me from embarrassment that party night.”

“All I did if I recall was take you to a private place and got the host to give you a lift home.”

“A noble thought.” She leaned un-crossed her legs and moved forward again, fixing her stare to his; “And one that few gentlemen would have done especially for not knowing me from Adam.”

“Who's Adam?”

She laughed; “Oh my dear; in the bible as the first man on this earth.”

“I see; that Adam.” Jason replied as her eyes danced all over him.

“Does it hurt?”

The sudden jovial girl was lost to a serious looking lady; “It hurts; I have nearly always a headache and I suffer from…” He felt embarrassed to admit he has… “Fits.”

She frowned at him before shaking her head; “No; I mean does it hurt for your loss?”

Suddenly it all fell into place; “As in Carrie Clayboure.” Jason looked at the stained table; “It hurts all of the time Lady Lake.” He wasn't expecting her to suddenly burst out laughing.

“Oh I'm sorry; it's meant to be a sombre moment and all I have is a vision of me floating on boat going along a lake.” She laughed a bit more before finishing her sentence; “As in the classic tale of the lady on the lake; the Lady of Charlotte.”

He wanted to stay sombre with the thought of Carrie but Katherine had woken a more jolly side in him and he found he could laugh as he knew the story well from the many ones Carrie had read to him.

“Ah nice to see my boy having a laugh.” Jack almost yelled from the other side of the room. He recognised the woman; “Ah it's Lady Lake!”

Jason caught the glint in her eye and soon the two of them were in hysterics again while his father looked on bemused by it all and was even more bewildered when they looked at him and laughed even more.

“Sorry Da; private joke not at your expense I assure you.” His head felt better after the laughing and maybe that's what his body required; more light hearted talk. But it wasn't to last long.

“I'm sorry to break this jolly occasion son but I received this, this morning.” Jack handed over the package.

Jason knew what it was before he even opened it; “Oh I see a belated piece of wedding cake sent by the groom's mother I presume; looking at writing style.” He gazed over at Katherine; “Is that why you are here; to tell me Carrie's married?”

Katherine shook her head; “No I'm here because Carrie was only informed of your ill health just after the wedding. Wolfgang neglected to tell her and I only found out when I was told by her.”

Jason could see she was cut up and upset by his remark; “I'm sorry I never meant…it wasn't my intention to accuse you of…”

She cut him off; “No, I understand. That was why I asked you that question; I naturally thought you had been informed of the wedding.”

“How is the happy couple?” Jack asked as he eyed up the small piece of cake that had been placed unceremoniously onto the table.

“Mister Peterson has been drafted out of the country and been promoted to Flight Lieutenant. Carrie is still in London though for how long we are uncertain. Oh and I suppose no one told you she lost her child.”

The mood suddenly dropped further as Jason and Jack looked at each other.

“Ah, I can see that you didn't.”

Jack took in a deep breath and let it out before saying what he thought; “Nobody would want to tell us lass. We are the last people on this planet who'd be told. We as you most probably know don't really see eye to eye with the Claybourne's or Peterson's of this world.”

“I see and being here doesn't help does it?” Katherine asked as she reached for her cigarettes and realised Jason was watching. “I mean Claybourne wants rid of you and it can't be healthy not having any work on; especially as a war has just erupted.”

Jack eyed the lady up; “Best speak your mind lass and let us decide.”

She definitely wanted a cigarette now as it had come to this and what her heart wanted to do.

“Okay; my house needs upgrading. I would like good company of people I can trust.” She still had their attention; “Jason needs rest and recuperation from this place and…” She swallowed; “That's it really.”

“And for exchange of us working for you; we get free food and lodging?”

“Less the us bit son; I'll be working.”

Jason looked at his dad and replied in a frank way; “I will! As soon as I can safely get on my feet.”

“My house is situated out of the way of any chance of being hit by bombs; if the German's get close to jolly old England.” Katherine looked about above her; “Not like this town or the village as the airfield is directly near by.”

Jason saw the look of hesitancy on his father's face and knew he didn't want to leave his home as they had often talked about.

“Well Miss Lake…”

“Just call me Katherine.”

“Well Katherine we will have to let you know.”

Jack nodded; “Aye it's a grand offer but obviously we cannot say yes for certain.”

She lifted herself from off the chair and noted Jason's father stand as a proper gent would; “I'll give you a week to decide and then we can go from there.” She shook both men's hands before walking elegantly out of the room.

Jack cast a look over at his son; “You'd be off in a heartbeat you would.”

“Aye I would; she's a nice lady and one willing to put up with the like of us.”

“I'm just thinking about that look you have; I'm not a betting man but I'd wager a good bit of money that you are sweet on her.” He looked over at his son and semi-smiled; “Even though she be a lot older than you are.”

“There's something about her I must admit; though I will never leave off loving Carrie.”

“No you won't; but life moves on and I have a feeling I could find myself moving with you.”

 

Carrie Peterson lay in bed feeling too weak to walk about; it had come as a severe blow to lose her child especially as she was not long gone in the pregnancy. Then again the circumstances in which she lost the child was in no means an accident. Another argument with the man she was supposed to be in love with had resulted in a bedroom struggle.

His voice echoed in her head; “I am entitled to my rights as a husband.”

“This what I carry in here was the last time you enforced your rights sir.”

She had seen it coming but willed him on as the cracking sound of a slap to the face rang out.

“You will consent woman or I will…”

“Go else where? I think your mother would have something to say about that; even if you are her precious little son.”

“Where are you going? I demand an answer!” He had raged as his eyes burned almost a red to match his hair.

She had run to the stairs where he had caught up with her.

“What are you doing?”

“I am going to see if you have the courage to face your mother and admit to her that you are the father. I am sick and tired of being the villain of the peace here!” As soon as she had said this; she had turned took one step and then felt two hands slap into her back forcing her forwards. The world spun round and round along with a crack to the head on several occasions and a dull throbbing of pain.

Her mind wandered in and out of consciousness as she heard Wolfgang call for help and the simple explanation of her plight.

“She fell down the stairs… I tried to stop her falling… but I was too slow.”

“Miss Peterson mom; I have a letter for you from your husband.”

Carrie turned her head to look at her maid; “I will read it later; when I feel up to it.”

“Okay my lady; I will leave it on the table.”

Carrie caught the girl's sympathetic look; “Is there something else?”

“I just wondered… well the staff wanted to offer our sympathies for your loss and wondered if there is anything we could do?”

Carrie pulled a half-smile; “That's kind of you. Tell me what does Lady Peterson think of me now?”

The maid looked awkward and started to fidget with her apron.

“Like that is it?”

“She said that God had taken justice and evicted the devil from your belly.”

Carrie sighed; “God doesn't take children; husbands, wives or anyone away. In the book of Ecclesiastes chapter eight and verse nine explains why; do you know what it says?”

“No my lady?”

“Time and unforeseen occurrence befalls us all. Also remember that I think it is the book of James; with evil things God cannot be tried.” She saw the girl and had her attention; “God doesn't take children of family members away; man does by his evil, not god.”

“Thank you mom; I will remember that. Is there anything else?”

Carrie shook her head and as the girl left she made every bit of effort to lift her body up and clutching tightly the letter she threw it into the fire; where all the words upon it expired. She longed no more for the words of a murderer.

 

Jack took a long last look at the empty glass that sat upon his table in pub. The days had been harder than he'd ever imagined and if his life had perpetually been this full of tragedy he'd never come out of his mother's womb.

“That's a long face you've got there and no sign of horse in bar!”

Jack looked up and saw Rosie; “Oh hello there; I was..”

“In your own little world I know.” She sat down besides him and placed her left hand upon his because other one was clutching at an empty glass. “Sorry about your son; I know there have been many wild stories about him but I know they ain't true.”

He looked up and stared into those big brown almost puppy dog eyes and saw her sincerity. “Well I could be the father of a brute and if village gossip is correct; my son was father of Miss Carrie's baby.”

“No your son has honour and respect; those are all lies fed by mindless women who have nowt better to do than gossip over fences.”

Jack pulled a half-smile; “Or men in public houses who gossip as bad as women do.”

“Aye they do; you have that down to a fine art.” She rubbed his hand for sympathy.

He had to ask; “So how come you are so sure that my son is innocent?”

She beckoned him closer; “Like father like son; and you are an honourable man Jack and one who would make any woman proud to be her husband.”

He felt his face going a little red and he felt a certain shyness he hadn't had since meeting Jason's mother; “Ah away with you woman!” He joked trying to get unease away.

She smiled; “You'd gladly die for your son and would do anything to assure his happiness.” She kissed him on the cheek before standing up; “Now that will give the gossips in pub something to rumour about.”

He watched her get up and noted she had brought him a fresh glass of drink; “I'll owe you for this!” He said as he pointed to it.

“No you don't; that was purchased for you by a woman; young lady in the non-smoking side.”

He looked about him at the locals all down mouthed before but now had something else to gossip about and tell wives who would tell neighbours and all. He picked up his drink and went through the nicotine haze towards a yellowed set of double glass doors; they were once white on this side like the other side which he looked at as he went on through. This part of the pub was always quiet except on Sunday afternoons in the summer when mother's gathered with children and talked while husbands drank and swore in other part; or gambled.

It was a lot colder in here and the woman who sat with her back to him was dressed in a fur coat; he knew who it was.

“I thank you for me drink!” He called out and saw her move her head slightly. “Did I catch you in deep thought?”

“No more than you Jack; I saw you pondering the meaning to life whilst staring at the bottom of a glass. I got you that drink you are holding because I felt you required more stimulation with your thoughts.”

He looked past her and saw she was conversing with him using the reflection of the glass. The outside was dull and grey much like typical autumn's day. The rain announced suddenly that it was here as it hit the same glass with a force that made him jump a little.

“I thank you for the drink; as for it helping me I cannot say.”

She turned round; “Why not keep me company for a little while.”

“It's a bit cold out here lass; wouldn't it be better to go in other bar?”

The lady shook her head; “No.” She smiled; “Your son wanted me to give up smoking and so in honour of his suggestion, I felt it better to stay away from smoke.”

“I see.”

“And as for the cold, it never bothers me.”

He walked over and pulled a chair which echoed off the glass and stone wall which marked this part of the pub as an almost outside extension.

“Your friend the barmaid said some really nice things about you.”

Jack was going red on the face again as he thought back to his prior conversation with her; “Ah she is a nice lass is Rosie. Always looks for good in people and does her best to help them.”

“Much like you and I Jack.” Katherine tossed him a look and he took the hint of her conversation flow.

“You didn't happen to be in here for the company then; or the warm climate.” He said in low voice as he took a quick sip of his paid drink before continuing; “You want to know if I will yield and allow my boy to stay with you in your house?”

Katherine took a sip of her own drink almost mimicking the man before her; “I have a heart and I wish to use my life in a way that benefits you. I understand your plight and your son's. We have both lost loved ones in our time and have had to live through adversity and hatred of those higher than ourselves.”

“I thought you have had everything you wanted? Nice house and the luxuries of life at your feet for each waking hour.”

She laughed at the man; “Now that's where you are wrong and how wrong you are Mister Jones.” She was tempted to pull out a cigarette before remembering they were at the bottom and this was a no smoking area. “I was worse off than you. I was literally brought up in the school of hard knocks. I was what one would say a bastard child; no parents and nowhere to go except the work house as soon as I could walk. There I worked night and day doing all that was required of me to do. Then one day I was told to go and find my own life; no money and no food. I found a way I could please men and one in particular found me. My husband used to frequent such institutions. He was different and wasn't a man out for one pleasure in life. He scoured the neighbourhood giving ladies as myself respect and jobs and a life with training and education of a limited kind, but useful to find employment in houses or factories.” She took another sip of her cold drink and carried on for this man's benefit; “I was different though plain and lacking the features of a truly pretty woman. He wanted me for good, as he said, I had a truly beautiful nature and one that cared. I fell in love with him and he loved me until he became ill and subsequently passed away.”

“And you think you can look after my boy like your husband aided you?”

“Not quite. I was all out of loving and caring the night you saw and tended to my embarrassing drunken state. I wanted to throw it all away until I laid eyes upon your son as he was hurting inside. Then he showed me kindness and I looked into his soul and saw he was like me Jack; a person who no matter what bounced back and carried on. I heard about your plight with Mister Claybourne and I knew I was in a position to help and in doing so I could live myself once more.” She looked at him and downed the last of her drink; “Okay so it sounds a little melodramatic and corny; but that what I tell you is the truth about me and how I feel.”

Jack took in a deep breath and let it out noting a little mist bellow out from his hot lungful of air.

“I won't stand in way of me boy. If he wishes to go and choose this time he has to be at your place then he will go.”

She leaned closer and rested her hands upon his; “And what about you Jack; will you come if he comes?”

For the second time in a short period he had two counts of gossip that could be chalked up against him as yet another woman dared to touch his hands.

“Aye; if he wants to go I'll come.”

“I thank you Jack!” Katherine was all smiles as she kissed him on his cheek.

Jack smiled; “Hold on lass! He hasn't said yes yet.” Jack replied before noting something about her stance as she stood up; a coy look behind that grin. “He's already told you he wants to, hasn't he?”

“Yes; but wouldn't go if you didn't want to go. I said I would wait for you here and your son would arrange the rest.”

He wanted to be angry but couldn't; “Okay I'll forgive you both for leaning on my good nature; if you buy me another drink.”

Katherine smiled even more as she replied; “Consider it done.”

He watched her toss her dark hair as her gaze turned from him to the door and wondered how long it would be before his son would be captivated by her elegance and natural beauty.

Outside Katherine rummaged in her handbag and found the cigarettes and fished them out. She walked just a few steps to a small rubbish bin and dumped them within. This day was the first day of a new life; one that rang of purpose and hope for not just the one; but for a few more.

 

CHAPTER 8: TESTING TIMES

 

Jack walked up to his door and sighed; this would be the last time he would be in this cottage for a long while. Travelling down the road to the coast was fine enough but a hundred miles away made his heart sick. All those happy memories flooded back to him as he took a look round this room. Visions of his boy's childhood and even the constant visits from Miss Carrie came flooding back and old Henry dodging his master's displeasure; for if he knew all the times she had been round here, poor Henry would have been history a long time ago. That man had always shown strong loyalty to the girl and Jack was glad he had. He was sure Henry was always behind the calling of Doctor Bates that night his son collapsed on this very floor right here.

He jumped as the vision was almost too real; “Maybe it is for best I leave here; might forget the ghost of my boy on floor.” He said this to himself as he found the key.

“Now don't you worry Jack I'll take care of this place and your pigs and lot.”

He turned to find Rosie was walking up towards open door from the unbolted gate.

“I have no doubts about that lass.”

She chuckled; “I haven't been called lass for long time! I'm three times the width of any lass I know here a bouts.”

“Not to me my friend; you are a fine woman Rosie; what a proper lady should be.”

She stopped chuckling and poked him in ribs in a jolly way; “I've never been called that before either!” Then Rosie winked at him before saying; “If I am as fine as you say; then you better hurry up and make an honest woman of me, and none of this sneaking around trying to get me up to your bedroom by pretending I'm your cleaning maid.”

Jack's mouth fell open at a loss for word's to say particularly the right ones. Then he spied Mrs Grant the local know all peering from the vantage of her bike.

“No good gawping and hoping I'll kiss you out here; not with a known busybody looking on.” Rosie turned to face the staring woman; “Ah hello there Mrs Grant didn't see you there at first.”

The woman got on her bike with just a few words; “Oh my how rude you can be!”

“Not as rude as snooping in on people's private lives!” She shouted before pulling Jack's jacket straight. “Now don't you worry Jack; this place will be fine and I won't make a mess with all my wild parties.”

“Aye lass; you have a ball here.”

Her smile dropped as she gave her Jack a kiss on the cheek; “Now you take care of yourself do you hear?”

“Don't worry Rosie I'll take care and you do to; now don't go upsetting the neighbours.”

She looked about her; “No one to upset round here lover; unless you mean your pigs?”

“I've left some money for essentials in pot and if you need anything else just let us know.”

“Just having a place to me self is all I need Jack and I thank you for thinking of me for this job.”

“Aye I know how it's hard working in busy public house with Landlord and rabbits; I mean children.”

“Just watch it my lover to be; I might not want to leave when you come back.”

He felt himself feeling bashful as he mustered up the courage to kiss her on the cheek; “We'll have a talk about that when I get back.”

As he walked down the path and closed the gate he heard her shout; “I'll long for that day Jack; I'll long for that very day.”

 

Jason was waiting in the car as his father waved the lady who was going to be a very inexpensive housekeeper goodbye. He felt the car's springs groan a bit and move as his father sat next to him.

“Everything alright?”

Jason took to smiling a little more these days; maybe he knew that he was finally going to be rid of the nightmares that kept plaguing him ever since he woke to find a bullet in his brain.

“Just cannot believe we are leaving this place.”

“Yes; I can see that.” Jack replied as he put a brave face on all things these days; though deep down he still felt this was a wrong move.

“Just escape from all the nightmares and hate this place evokes in me mind.”

“As for me…I'll not be glum because I am moving away. At least I get to see my son receive good medical help and attention.”

“Who is it I'll be under supervision with?”

“A specialist for now till he gets called up no doubt. Lever is the name.”

“Lever; must remember that name.”

Jack spun round as the car drove them away from the view of his cottage and he had a strange feeling he'd be not seeing it again. His son asked a question which led to part of his fears being aired.

“Have they called you up yet?”

“What the Ministry Of Defence?”

Jason wondered if his head was going to start up again with every bump this car rode over. So far so good as he replied; “Aye the Min.”

“Nothing so far; I guess they figure I'm too old for all that deciphering lark. Besides it's got a whole lot more complicated now; all young bods your age doing all that stuff.”

“I hope you're right what with bombing going on in France and the Netherlands I'd hate for you to go and sit in London where they will soon enough reach.”

“Don't be too sure, our boys are good enough in the air as well as on ground. It's all the other countries who ain't ready for this war that worries me.”

“How so?”

“Belgium, France, Holland and others have allowed the German's to get this big and they don't conceive the threat. I wouldn't be surprised if Italy don't take the German's side and the likes of Denmark .”

“Well if that's the case it won't be long before they are on the coast and bombing Britain and London then.”

Jack suddenly read his thoughts; “Don't worry there my son; all the people of note who ain't fighting the war will move on out to the country. Carrie will be taken with them; probably end up at Wolfgang's country residency he'd been given as a wedding present by rich dad.” He tapped his son's leg as a sign of reassurance; “She'll be fine enough. Besides I wager she is hoping you are doing okay. She's probably overjoyed at you coming out near their family estate to be with Miss Katherine.”

“Yes dad, I think you will be right about that.” He closed his eyes and the journey seemed to flow by until he was woken by his dad saying something.

“By heck that's a big house!”

Jason opened his eyes and saw they were heading up a driveway; a long driveway with trees either side. Before long the car made it up the end and there was a house that had at least twelve bedrooms. It was getting dusk, though to him and probably his father there was a lot of work needing to be done even in this twilight hour where light was scarce.

“Bit of a dump this place; when Miss Katherine had said it had been neglected she wasn't lying.”

“It's not that bad dad. Places always look worse at dusk; you wait till first light and it will be better.”

“I hope so; otherwise my cottage is going to look like a palace in style than this old haunt of a mansion.”

“Welcome Sir's how pleasant it is to welcome you on behalf of my mistress. I‘m Jackson .”

“Nice to be here.” Jack replied to the elderly butler as he lied through his teeth.

“I took the liberty of going into town and procuring a wheelchair for Master Jones.” He added as a younger looking maid came rushing out with it. She was a youngster compared to all here except his son.

“Don't worry sir; I know nursing and I'll help your son get out of there.”

Jack looked on concerned as she was as skinny as a rake; “I'm quite sure my son is more than capable of getting out of car.”

The girl didn't listen as she dived in without fear and began getting his boy out.

“Please go on in; the lady of the house is waiting for you in the lounge.” He must have seen Jack hesitate; “The driver and I will arrange to have your luggage taken to your rooms.”

“Oh; okay.” He replied as he suddenly felt like a spare part; so doing what comes natural when there is nowt to do; he put his hands in pockets and strolled up to the door.

“I had a local man construct a ramp for the wheelchair; I thought it might be of assistance.” The butler spoke up noting Jack was staring at the ramp.

“Uh; oh yes, perfect aid thank you.” Jack replied as he stared hard and realised that if a person could make a perfectly good ramp; then there are perfectly good carpenters in area already. So this was just as the lady of the house said; a feel good help out thing. Boy he was going to be board if there's nowt to be done.

“I see you made it then?” This echoed from the end of the hall; a cold hall and one on reflection which looked grand if a little dusty in places.

Jack didn't like shouting so approached ahead of his chair bound son.

“Yes Lady Katherine, we made it in the end; driver insisted on showing us some of the beauty spots before it got dusk.”

“Plenty more where that came from.” Katherine looked over and saw Jason insisting on coming through the door with dignity and honour; in other words to the maids chagrin he had walked through. “I see you are making a splendid recovery?”

He smiled; “Alas Katherine my legs need the exercise as I have been laid up too long. They work well unlike the brain.”

“Then please walk with me to the lounge and we can have tea.” She gestured as she rushed over to give Jason a hand along with the maid who wouldn't let go just in case he fell over.

 

“Don't look like much need'in doing in here!” Jack said as an awkward silence had fallen over the tea; only the china made touching sounds as saucer met cup. Then Jason just nodded off and to his father's embarrassment was snoring.

“A musical man whilst sleeping.” Katherine commented as she smiled at the poor lad.

“Aye; wait till he talks in sleep; never used to do that. But now he does; has nightmares about the whole thing.”

“Well it is good to have him around.” She took a sip of the last remnant of her drink and decided to go back to his first comment; “The interior is fine; the outside has sadly been neglected. The fascias need replacing and other parts require new windows.”

“I'll take a look at those at first light and have estimate drawn up by supper.”

Katherine stirred in her chair; “Take your time Mister Jones; we have all the time in the world.”

That was what he was afraid of; more time away from cottage and in a place he felt uncomfortable about along with the situation.

 

Alas the situation Jack had feared wasn't as bad as all of that. Yes this place named Berkeley needed restoration on most windows and the fascias only needed taking back to the start and re-painting. Only the north side facia was rotten and that was just at each end. He looked down to see his son and Miss Katherine. She was walking him around; or should he say pushing him about the place.

“Aye up! I thought you were meant to be helping me about and not playing like couple of children in courtyard?”

“I was just telling your boy the likes of fast cars at racing tracks and how daring it looked.”

“Don't want to be giving him any ideas now; otherwise he'll be getting an engine strapped to that wheelchair.” Jack replied as he balanced on a precariously positioned ladder. “And mind your back you could put it out running him around like that.”

“Sorry dad!” She replied as the both of them looked upwards and giggled.

“The cheek of the lass!” He said to himself before looking back down; “Mind you steer clear of me ladder; I don't want to be eating stone flooring for lunch now.”

Jack heard them laughing and was at work when the laughing suddenly stopped and he heard the lady not so much scream as yelp. He looked down and saw that his son was fitting.

“What do I do?” Katherine asked as Jason shook violently in his chair.

Jack had raced down his ladder and found his boy had fallen onto floor; “Not a lot we can do; all except stop him from harming himself. The doctors were into restraining him and pinning him down. But I think the body is best to convulse. Another one suggested electro therapy.”

Katherine bent down and was trying to hold his hand; “Do what?”

The poor lady was really concerned; “Strap him up and send a load of electricity through him.”

She looked up at him; “Did I do this?”

“No lass; he does it at random. That slug in his head must trigger it off. It's not your fault not this time or the other times you are going to be present in future.”

Jackson came rushing out with a glass of drink; “I have brought a medical aid my lady.”

“My son can't have that; not at this time of day.”

Jackson looked a little shy; “I'm very sorry Mister Jones, this is for Miss Katherine's nerves.”

Jack saw the funny side of things and when his son was quiet he got a few helpers to pick his boy up and be of assistance in taking him to his room.

 

From the darkness he felt a voice calling to him; “Jason, oh Jason; where are you?”

Then from the darkness he opened up a closet he was hiding in and burst from it as he always liked too.

“I'm in here!” He shouted as the poor girl jumped sky high and ran. It was a game they always liked to play; hide and seek with a twist. Once the seeker was near the person hiding would be a big bad wolf and enter into a chase until the victim was caught.

He chased his girl through the hallway and finally caught her at the foot of the stairs; “Got you got you and now I'm going to eat you!” He growled like a hungry wolf would; this always made her frightened. In many ways she hated being frightened and yet she loved to play the game.

He recalled the times she used to hide in the dark until she was so scarred that he wasn't making any noises that she used to cry.

“I'm scarred; I was so frightened.” Carrie had said as he did the gentleman's thing and gave her his handkerchief.

“Why do you like playing this game then?”

“Because that is how my life will be Jas; a life full of darkness and frightening things.”

He placed his arm around his young friend; “Not if I'm about; you will not be scared anymore.”

“But father will not always allow us to be friends; he doesn't even like your dad.”

Suddenly he was sucked away from young Miss Carrie and as the darkness spread out he was pulled backwards; no dragged backwards by a wolf as it bared its teeth while refusing to let him go.

“There will never be peace between our house and yours; not while I'm still alive!” The wolf said as the eyes took on the features of Claybourne.

“Woaaah!” Jason was suddenly awake in a room that had its curtains drawn and it looked much like; “Why am I at Claybourne?”

“You are in bed Jason; you had another fit.” The lady almost whispered by his side; “I thought it was my fault.”

“Carrie?”

“I'm afraid not; Katherine, my name is Katherine.”

His eyes focussed and saw indeed he was actually at… Berkeley and his father was doing up the place and he was here for… rest.

“I'm sorry Katherine; I was having a dream about the old days.”

“Yes; you were talking in your sleep.”

“Sorry, I never…”

“Used to do before your accident.” She smiled before kissing his hand she was holding; “Your father told me about that when you nodded off last night.”

“Ah, sorry.”

“Don't keep apologising for things in which you have no control over; just accept them and move on.”

He closed his eyes and thought over the dream; “What did I say?”

She closed her eyes also and recalled the words; “Something about Carrie and how Claybourne was a wolf and would not rest until he had hunted you all down and devoured you.”

“I talked quite a bit then didn't I?”

“Not surprising as she is the one you really love.”

“It sounds ungrateful, especially as you have turned out to be willing to help me.”

She shook her head; “Don't think of it; I know you love Carrie with all your heart. It would be nice to think that one day…”

He noted this lady stop and once more shake her head; “Go on.”

“No; there's no need to go on. Just you get better.”

“That I might love you? That's what you were going to say.”

She let go of his hand, stood up and walked towards the door; “Be in love with an older woman; I think that would be frowned upon. Just you get some more rest; dinner is at five if you are up to coming down. Otherwise I can bring it up to you.”

“I will be down and I do really appreciate you allowing me this time to heal in more ways than one.”

She smiled; “I thank you also.”

“For what?”

“Allowing me the chance to heal my wounds in helping you.”

Carrie heard the bell and waited as the butler announced her father was here.

“Hello my dear; how are you feeling?” He asked as he brought her flowers.

“Fine; getting stronger each day.” She watched him hand the flowers to the man servant and he retired to put them in water. “Thank you for the flowers.”

“It's nothing and so little to do for my daughter.” He took a seat and asked; “Missing your husband?”

“Not really; I was hoping he might have got himself blown out of the sky.”

Gerald smiled one of those false ones when someone is humouring you though they really don't appreciate your comments; “He's been testing ASV radar; or so he says.” He frowned; “Has he been sending you letters?”

“Oh yes; and I have burnt all of them. I do not wish to listen to his lies.” She changed tact; “What is ASV?”

“Air to Surface Vessel radar detection sets; these are to be used primarily in the detection of German submarines; don't want those machines blowing up everything around our waters. Rationing is going to hit hard enough. The last war was terrible for all out in the trenches.” He looked up and saw she was ushering the butler with tea. “Enough of my past; so where is the lady of the house?”

“Out visiting influential friends; probably talking you up to all who matters.”

“Ah the business deals; her husband has helped me net a little profit over this war.”

“I'm glad you get fatter while the ones who fall under your weapon trade suffer.”

Gerald took a stern approach; “Just listen my dear; it is my deals with many that help this country stand up to dictators like this Hitler.”

“I'm sure they'd be interested in how you are helping Hitler as well.”

Gerald leaned closer to his wild daughter; “I'd keep that close to your chest; talk like that could hang all of us. Besides like most things you have got the wrong end of the stick.”

“Like you over who got me pregnant and yet you still fail to forgive me.”

Gerald fidgeted in his seat; “That's all in the past and why must we argue?”

“Because I always thought you wanted the best for me and yet it is clear you only want the best for yourself.”

“I would watch how you speak to me.”

Carrie smiled a false smile; “I'm sorry father but the way I speak to you is in no more disrespect than how you have treated me. You force me to marry a man for your pocket; he rapes me and then forces me to lose my child by pushing me down those very stairs that you passed by; and yet you still take their side. Money talks and your heart is only concerned for the gossip of cash and how it can finance your rise up the social ladder.”

“I can't…”

“You have your freedom while I am locked up here as a prisoner; not allowed to go out for cause of a scandal. I have been bullied verbally and physically for you. Yet I am to find little consolation in my ruined life except a bunch of flowers where my father's love should be.” She shouted as tears welled up in her eyes.

Gerald stood; “I have loved you and will do so; but coming back to Claybourne is out of the question. You are in good hands now and I suggest you pray for your husband's safe return.”

“No father; I pray for his death and while I'm at it, yours!”

He launched out with a hard slap to the face and saw the girl recoil but not shed a tear.

“I have been slapped, pushed and beaten and I will not be forced to cry over my father hitting me. You may leave sir and when the so called lady of the house returns I will inform her of your visit.” She called out to her personal maid who escorted her father out.

At the door Gerald turned; “I have done it all for you; that is my love!”

She touched her sore face; “Yes; I understand perfectly how your love has done things to me; good day sir.”

 

On good days the work was slow and on wet days it was reduced to not much more than a crawl. Jack kept his spirits up by playing card games by himself while Jason and Katherine seamed to enjoy talking about loads of things. Jack on really bad days would ask for leave to go home and sit by his cottage fire and nearly make poor Rosie jump out of her skin.

“Crumbs you nearly made me leave this earth and join the moon!” She shouted before holding onto her chest. “Want to give me a heart attack Jack?”

He stood to attention in his own home dropping the newspaper; “Oh I just came into get the…” He looked around him; “The post and thought it best to read the paper whilst here.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out new one; “This is today's; I'll make us a cupper.”

He took the slightly wet paper and placed it near the open fire to dry out. “I should be going really.”

“You didn't come all the way over here, travelling at crack of dawn to just head on back; besides your driver is down at shop having a coffee and chatting up Mavis.”

That was when he knew she knew he was here and was acting at being surprised.

“Then you knew you'd find me here?”

She grinned; “Of course I did! I was acting a thing I do well working in smelly drunken laden bar.” She eyed him up and down; “I'm disappointed though.”

“Why's that?”

“I was hoping to find you in tin bath; I could then have washed you and enjoyed a walking Adonis.”

He laughed as he waved her away; “Ah stop your joking Rosie.”

She fixed him with a straight face; “Who said I was joking?” Then she laughed before putting finishing touches to the tea by pouring hot water into pot. “You coming back soon?”

He sat at the table in the kitchen and rubbed its soft wood and felt a pang in his heart as he replied; “No I don't think. Old Jason has taken a fancy to Miss Katherine; they seem to get on well together. I wouldn't want to break that up.”

“An older woman eh?” She produced a cake and placed it down; “Want a slice of Manor Cake?”

“Love a slice,” He looked at her in a rather bashful way; “If that's not depriving you of any later.”

“As I have already said; I knew you were coming and so thought best to get in your favourite.”

“Cheers lass.”

“You going to let this older woman win his heart over then?”

He caught Rosie's drift; “You mean the stigma of older woman; I figure they do it in Hollywood then why not here in tut village. Besides he'll be over there and away from gossip.”

“What about the rich woman poor man thing?”

He watched her pour tea just how he liked it; fresh and weak. “Aye that is a worry but folk soon warm up to the idea.”

She slid the cup under his nose as Rosie made sure he had her attention; “So why not marry me Jack and have yourself a younger woman living round here when Jason is gone?”

He was going to laugh until he saw she was dead serious.

“I'm not a good looking girl and rather large in ways; but more to grab hold of and cuddle on cold nights.” It didn't take a genius to read the look upon his face; if there was an escape hatch under his chair he'd take it. “Ah, don't worry just asking. My mother, God bless her soul always said ask as there is no harm in it.”

“Aye, you may ask my dear but I ain't the marrying type.” He felt her hurt; “It's just…I don't mean to hurt your feelings.”

She slapped him on the shoulder; “Ah I have no feelings to hurt; Father, God rest his soul always told me I had no sense and therefore no feelings.”

He knew this to be contrary and even though they had known each other for years since he frequented the pub at weekends he was… “It's just I can't commit; I fear if I do, something will happen to you.”

Rosie placed an arm around Jack's shoulders; “Just you let Rosie take care of herself and you will find nothing will happen to me.”

He raised his hand and put it on top of hers; “Well I'll think about it when time comes.”

She sat back round onto her chair; “Just you don't take too long; I have a long list and you are top of a very big pile.”

He smiled again; “Okay; let's just say I'd like to get to know you better and maybe you will see that I am not worth your pity.”

“I never pity you Jack; love you yes and I am content to wait on you.” She started to smile and laugh.

“What?”

“Besides I'm only intent on marrying you because I'd like to live in this cottage.”

“Ah, away with your wicked tongue woman and save it for your punters this evening.”

 

Jack thought back to her offer and turned a card on the small table and wondered if the cards would be stacked in his favour if he took the plunge.

“I was wondering if you need my help tomorrow?”

He took his gaze away from the cards to look up at his son; “What?”

“I am getting stronger each day and I feel that if tomorrow is a good day, we could get on and do things.”

This was an unexpected turn of events for old Jack; “You'd want to go and get yourself tired out and sick again?”

Jason understood his father's concern; “Aye I wouldn't want to do that, but I'm sure I can start to help you with things; take it easy as I go.”

Jack looked at Katherine; “Have you been putting him up to this?”

She laughed before answering; “No Jack; this is what he wants to do.”

Jack got up and walked over to his son and stood over him as the couple sat at a larger table.

“What do you say?” Jason asked as he looked at his father's straight face.

“I'd say it's about bloomin time!” He reached out and gave his strapping son a hug before he pulled him up and started to do a merry jig. This was reciprocated with all as Katherine rushed over and sorting out her records she found one and played it.

The room was a wash with dancing feet as three persons found a fine jolly time; a time that was reflected over the next eight months.

 

CHAPTER 9: WINDS OF CHANGE

 

The days got progressively lighter as the summer began to show its face once more. The world was in grip of war and yet here in this part of the country only the bite of rationing was felt. Jason had grown stronger and with only a funny looking round mark on his forehead, above his eye showed the signs of the fateful summer before. He worked as hard as his father on the old place and sure enough it was coming round to being beautiful; just as Katherine had become to the lad.

The memories of past times floated away as all took to the habit of sitting out back and drinking a glass of sherry and playing cards or as Katherine liked, Jason to read for her. Jack found this restful and often drifted off into a deep sleep. This was becoming a way of life he liked; though the cottage still burned in his soul.

The morning heralded a bright sunny day as Jack took his early walk outside to find Jason holding hands with Katherine; she took them away as he approached the table.

“Is there anything I need to know?” He asked as he sat down.

Katherine smiled; “There could be but we wanted to run things by you first.”

He raised his eyebrows; “Run things by me? I'm just Jason's father; not commander of his heart.” He smiled; “If it is to be that I am to see thee wed to my boy then I have no problem with that.”

She looked at his truthful eyes and still had to confirm his reply; “You wouldn't?”

“Not as long as he is ready to love you with all his heart.”

Jason stirred as he reached over and took his lady's hand; “I do; she is a refreshment to my soul dad.”

“Then I am happy for you both and you have my blessing.”

Katherine was really delighted and her face beamed such, as she excused herself to go and break the news to her staff.

Jason caught his father looking his way with a concerned look upon his face; “Aye, I know it hasn't been that long since her husband passed away.”

Jack shook his head; “I was thinking more of you and Carrie.”

“I still love her and Katherine knows that; but right now I love the lady of this house far more. Besides Carrie wanted to see me happy and I think in doing this I will have her blessing.”

“Of course you will my boy; of course you will.” Jack added as he felt that Miss Carrie would be proud but also in a way sad to see him wed. Then again would Rosie be if he'd done the same thing? Ah, women are all different and that's what made them stand out to man. Jack tucked into his toast feeling that things were turning out for the better.

 

Carrie sat in her prison as word of the German advance working hard to capture Europe reached home. She had been apprised of the Dutch capitulating on this very day and the German's were now striking very close to home. She wondered just how safe this place would be.

“Your request for you to stay at your father's house has been denied. He states that business forces his reluctance to refuse your request.”

Carrie didn't show any signs of surprise as this was what she had expected from them.

“I cannot state any surprise as this is what you and he wanted.”

“My dear you are under Wolfgang's protection and his wishes are for you to stay with his family.”

Carrie closed her book and placed it upon the small table by her seat; “I often question just what protection that would encompass if German aircraft were to bomb London.”

The lady frowned before putting an air of grace into her words and actions; “I cannot fathom why they would; they wouldn't have the daring to. Our boys are far more skilful and would shoot every one down before they even made it onto British soil.”

Carrie mumbled under her breath; “I wish I had your confidence.”

Lady Peterson looked over her glasses like a teacher would do at a dissenting pupil; “What did you say?”

Carrie was saved by the butler walking in with the mail.

“Two for Miss Carrie today my lady.”

“Anything for my side?”

“Yes you have about four; including by the looks of it, one from your son.”

“Ah splendid; place them all on my table.”

Carrie watched as she took each letter and opened them; she had known for a long time now that all mail was read by her first. It being second hand news by the time Carrie got her hands upon it.

Lady Peterson opened one that possessed familiar writing on it and sure enough it confirmed Carrie's thoughts.

“Your former friend Jason Jones is to be wed to that Katherine person.” She once more looked over her glasses; “Well suited; a gold digger and a man with loose morals.”

Carrie felt anger at the front of this woman; “Excuse me Lady Peterson; Katherine is a good friend and one that loved her husband to the end and as for Mister Jones, he is none of the words you describe him as.”

“You still maintain my boy is the bad man. You are a sad sick woman; no wonder your father wants to keep you under my supervision. With mental illness in your blood it is my duty to nurse you back to health. I just pray you never break poor Wolfgang's heart.”

Carrie almost snarled at Lady Peterson when she said; “Trust me he broke my heart first; now may I read my own letter?”

Lady Peterson picked up a letter and walked over dropping it into the girl's petite lap; “Read the one from your husband and if you are good I will allow you to read your friends one after.”

“I will do no such thing!” Carrie parried back with as a duel of wills began once more.

“Very well;” Lady Peterson calmly replied as she turned her head and picking up a silver bell she rang its crystal clear sound out for all to hear.

“You rang mom?”

“Yes; light me a candle and place it on the table.”

The butler did as he was told and put it on the round table by his Lady.

Carrie frowned; “You wouldn't?”

“Oh yes dear I would; either read my son's letter, or I will be forced to burn this one.” She sniffed the letter; “And such a waste of good quality paper.”

Carrie broke once more and wiping a solitary tear from her left eye she opened up the letter and began reading it.

“That's better; it shows just how much progress one can make when acting as a lady.”

 

“Are all the invites back in?” Jack asked as he finished off sanding down part of the banister. It was a job both had to do before the wedding party here in just under three days. The glum look on his face said it all.

“No word from Carrie; no nothing.”

“You mean she still hasn't replied to Katherine's letters?”

“Aye, it's got Kathy quite anxious.”

“All us both I'd say.” Jack wanted this wedding to have all who knew them present. Okay so the usual pompous ones had sent back letters of refusal begging off and making the war as an excuse. Some were legitimate and had good reason; you could tell by their letters.

“Just an answer would do well.”

Jack placed an arm round his son and had a few words of advice; “Concern yourself with making your wife to be happy and I will concern myself into looking into what is happening to Carrie.”

“Okay da, we'll appreciate this.”

“I'll start by talking to local folk down in our village.”

“All I know is that she is holed up in London. Henry told me when he popped in for a swift gin for courage.” Rosie replied as she fed the pigs.

“Courage?”

She laughed in her usual jolly way before saying; “His master is a handful; obsessed with his work. Henry says he is in a bad mood all day and at night he locks himself away in his study. Almost a recluse they say; though he does often travel down to London on business.” She placed down bucket and grinned; “That's when the staff can relax and not keep jumping at master's bark.”

“You still coming aren't you?” Jack asked as he kicked a small stone and flinched as it bounced up and smacked the outside toilet wooden door.

Rosie ignored the noise; “Of course I'm coming; might get you wanting to ask me to marry you.”

He went a little shade of red round the face; “Aye; I'm working on it and I know I may be not top of your wish list now.”

“You'll always be top Jack as long as I breathe.” She took off her gloves and placed them upon the bucket. “Now what do I need to bring apart from a present?”

“Just yourself Rosie; all is catered for by the Lady of the house.”

“Is there important people coming?”

“Only the bride and groom, the parson and us along with a few guests that could put bias behind them and come.”

“I better make myself a nice dress and make sure I don't burp and embarrass the bride and posh friends.”

“I can't see you embarrassing anyone lass.”

She stopped in mid-flight and turned to look at him and pat her chest; “By heck! Is that a compliment from Jack Jones?”

“Aye and don't be getting used to it.” He found himself backing out of there with; “I'm just off to visit an old friend and find out about Carrie.”

Rosie didn't like him going up there since last years incident; “Now be careful Jack and watch your back.”

 

Jack rang the doorbell and waited for the steps of the butler to come forth and found to his happiness it was Henry.

“Hello Mister Jones sir, what a pleasure to see you.”

“And it is to see you.” He hated to say the next words as he looked about him; “Is the master at home?”

Henry almost visibly flinched; “He is but I advise you to not wish to see him.”

“Why would that be?”

Henry half closed the door; “Because he still blames your family for the bad relationship his daughter has with her husband.”

“I can't be blamed for what he has done to his only relative; not my fault.”

“I have heard him drunk in his study saying that you have taken everything away from him and that he…”

Jack stepped back; “What have I done?”

Henry shrugged his shoulders; “I wish I knew; but there is no way to find out. Even Miss Carrie is under lock and key in Highbury, under the ever the watchful eye of her mother-in-law.”

“Do you get to see her?”

“When my master goes to London I occasionally get to travel with him and I take the liberty of visiting.”

“And what do you think?”

He looked at the floor choosing his words carefully; “She is much like a caged animal with a lost spirit; you know how she liked to get out and walk. She just sits there with little will to go anywhere. Miss Carrie is not the lady I used to know or have had the privilege of growing old with.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

Henry was just about to say his thoughts once more when his master called out from his study; “Who is that at the door?”

“Just a man touting for charity; I shall see him on his way.”

Jack saw Henry motion for him to leave and took the hint.

Gerald didn't like the sound of a charity case and so whilst Henry was closing the door he took a quick stride upstairs and looked out one of the front windows on the first floor. There he saw a familiar person walking down the driveway.

“Blasted Jones and his cursed family; won't a man get rest from them!” He picked up a vase and threw it smashing it against the wall opposite. “Time they died off.”

“Is anything the matter sir?”

Claybourne looked at the broken pieces and felt a lot better; “No Henry; it's going to be fine, quite fine. Tell me, is Jack Jones staying here and travelling back tomorrow?”

Henry shifted with unease putting the weight on his left leg; “I…I think so.”

“Okay Henry nothing else to see here; get Pat to clean up and fetch me the games keeper.”

 

“What did he say then?” Rosie asked as she laid out a feast of carefully baked food for her man. She could tell by the look on his face that he was interested and hungry.

“She's under lock and key down London as suspected.”

Rosie raised her eyebrows; “And master told you this himself?”

“No, Henry did; he's quite concerned.”

“What can we do? She is related to them and to snatch her away would be tantamount to a kidnapping.”

“Only if she didn't want to go.” Jack allowed his eyes to find hers and that glint she knew he was giving off.

The lass caught on; “You are not thinking of taking a trip down there and persuading her to come back are you?”

“I've often thought about it while doing my work at house.”

“You are skating on thin ice if you do and what about Jason's feelings over the girl?”

Jack lifted a silver highly polished spoon, stared at his twisted reflection and pondered over this turn of events if it should transpire; “He loves Katherine and that will be fine.”

“As long as you are sure now?”

He took his eyes away from the spoon and laid it down; “Very sure my dear; as sure as that pie is going to taste good inside my stomach.”

She placed her hands upon her hips; “And what makes you think you are going to have some of my pie?”

“Because you have laid out two places.”

“Aye, but that one is for my prince charming who will be riding through presently; so shift your backside and open a bottle of your homemade wine.”

Jack took a brief walk and found in his private stash of his home made wine; some years were good and others a little peaky. He took a best year and brought it out to find dinner on the table.

“I take it that prince charming is late?”

Rosie grinned from ear to ear being the jolly lady she always is; “Just pour us a glass of that wine and sit down and say blessing.”

Jack took the hint and did as he could.

“I'll be back with my driver to collect you for the wedding.”

The girl had a silly smirk cross her face; “Aye is that ours then?”

“No, not yet; my boys, as you are perfectly aware.”

“And I thought it would be wedding bells at my ripe age?”

“That's not ruled out lass.” Jack responded as he kissed her rosie cheeks as she lived up to her name. He didn't expect the lass to then jump and head for the mantle piece. “What be with you girl?”

When she turned her face was serious; “I had this come by when you were out; I didn't want to give it to you during our meal.” She handed it over; “I thought it might put a dampener on things.”

He noted the letter and knew by the look that it was a call from Ministry Of Defence. The letter once opened confirmed it.

“A man personally came and handed it over after I assured him that you still lived here.” She tried looking over the top of the letter to read its contents. She was good at that as she was adept at reading newspapers from her side of the bar that a customer would read right way up his side.

“They want me to go to London as soon as possible and talk over taking a position in the communications department.”

“Doing what?” She saw his look and knew it to be a bad question; “Ah nothing to do with me.”

Jack's stern look softened; “It's to monitor communications between enemy forces. The German's are good at encrypted messages and we need to decipher those to find out what is going on. That was kind of my job in the first war; now it seems I am to help our younger minds to do the same. But first I have to report in and then find out where I am to be transferred to.”

“How soon?”

“As soon as able.” He sighed before folding the letter carefully away; “I just hope my boy understands.” “Aye she's holed up in Highbury alright and will not be attending the wedding.” Jack held a stony face as he addressed his family while they stood in the hall. The rain had come to add to the effect of a gloomy outlook.

“I'll send her some cake and a gift to cheer her up.” Katherine came out with as she hugged her man. “Sorry she cannot come; I will miss her presence.”

“That family are a right one I tell you.”

Jack heard his son before he decided to get it out right now; “As am I son; I have some bad news.” Both looked concerned as they eyed each other before looking back his way. “I have to be away to London as soon as I can. My country needs me.”

“But I was convinced they…”

Jack shook his head; “All who are able are being called up to serve my son; it's my turn now.”

“But you will be able to stay for the wedding?” Katherine asked feeling sad at all the bad news coming her way again.

“I am hoping to be able to come back and be allowed to see you wed.”

“I sure hope so Father.” Katherine replied and gave him a big hug. It was to her thoughts that she remembered never to take good times for granted, especially as bad times were always lurking round the corner.