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 First it was Christmas, and then the summer, and then the next Christmas. What do you think?

I don’t think anyone knows.

The war, I mean. I don’t know that I’d thought about it properly till I went to see those war pictures the other week. The fillums, I mean. Fairly upset me, they did. I could hardly sleep for thinking of them, not for nights after. I wanted cook to go because it seemed as if it was something everyone ought to see  brings the war home to you, like  but cook’s got no taste for horrors, she says. At least, not that kind though she does like the News of the World of a Sunday. But it fairly opened my eyes and set me thinking, it did, indeed. And I just can’t get it out of my head and it isn’t only me, neither, nor you and the mistress, but it’s all of us, isn’t it? I mean, I daresay there isn’t hardly a woman in England what hasn’t got someone out there and wondering if he’s safe.

(A pause.) Thank you, Ellen. That will do.



[She goes.

sits alone, looking at the unopened letters. comes in L., a small, dark, exquisitely pretty woman of a little over thirty.