“We been lookin’ all over the station for you,” Binnie said. They were both filthy, and Binnie was wearing the same too-small dress she’d worn the day Eileen went to borrow the map. “Ain’t you glad to see us?” No, Eileen thought, looking desperately over to where John Bartholomew was elbowing his way toward the exit. “What’re you doin’ ’ere?” Binnie asked. “ ’Ow come you never sent my map back like you said?” Alf said. I haven’t got time for this, Eileen thought frantically. He was nearly to the exit. “I can’t talk to you now,” she said, shoving the children aside and running after him. An arm shot out to bar her way. “Where do you think you’re going, miss?” the station guard demanded. “The man who just left—I must catch him.” “Sorry, no one allowed out till the all clear.”
