It was good I had gotten the information. The Museum's Reading Room had finally closed, due to bomb damage. Still, I was afraid to ask Eben directly what he knew about the Lamed Vav of legends. Daytime in London was close to normal. It was a matter of pride for us to hold our chins up, square our shoulders, and return to work. The red buses continued to run through bomb-damaged neighborhoods. Winston and Clemmie toured neighborhoods. The king and queen, whose palace had been hit, made the rounds of demolished row houses and visited the wounded in hospital. 353 Eben and I continued to seek and find placement for evacuee children and refugees who were now homeless. His daily meetings and journeys were intense, and often he did not return to me until after blackout. The sirens sent up the alarm about seven each evening when the German bombers reached the coastline. About a quarter of an hour after that, James and John began to bellow. Shells flew up miles into the air, then exploded at a certain altitude, setting off a great flash in the sky.
