“Are you all right, Clara?” Clara looked at the girl’s pinched expression of concern and felt her fear slowly leave her. “I’m fine Annie, I just rushed home.” She said, “It’s nice to hear you use my name for a change.” Annie’s face fell. “Sorry marm.” She said quickly with a bobbed curtsey, then she was running off to the kitchen. Clara groaned. She had met Annie at the hospital during the war. Having lost both parents and her sister during an aerial bombardment Annie was an emotional wreck as she sat on a bed having glass pulled from her arms and legs. There was something about her that struck Clara instantly. She didn’t flinch as her wounds were treated, but as soon as she thought she was alone she sobbed her heart out. Annie never talked about her family and to the doctors and nurses she presented a cheery façade, a ‘one-must-get-on-with-things’ outlook that always hit Clara as being forced. Then one day, one of her other patients confided something to her that was troubling.
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