They were still all sitting down there in Jemima’s front room, drinking tea and talking over the shattering events of the day. Kathy stayed alone in her room. She couldn’t face the kindly faces of the Robinsons and their sympathy. Only Jemima’s brisk attitude was bearable at the moment.She was best left alone and they all seemed to sense this.‘What’s going to happen, d’you think? Will they get married, quiet like, another day?’ Ted’s booming voice asked.‘I really don’t know,’ Jemima said in a matter-of-fact way. ‘It’s up to them. They’re best left to sort it out between themselves.’‘I doubt very much whether that young man will ever be able to do that.’ Ted sighed. ‘It’s a real shame. He seems like a nice young feller. A bit weak, mebbe, where his mother’s concerned, but who are we to judge?’‘Precisely,’ Jemima said. ‘More tea, Betty?’‘No thank you, Jemima cariad. We’d best be on our way. We want to be home before dark. Before the blackout.
