Polly put a plate of field mushrooms on toast and a mug of tea in
front of Dorothy who was sitting at the dining table in the
Cheapside flat. “One of the few pleasures you
can get off ration these days. Sorbay had some tinned Canadian bacon recently,
but that went quick smart. If I ever see the dear gentleman again Dot, I’ll tell him to start leaving some stuff for you and
the girls. You need feeding up, the rate you all work.”
“If you see him? He hasn’t gone and left you, has he?” Dorothy said.“Just being sarcastic, Dot. Such an exasperating man. He came home in the wee small hours, waking me up, of course. Then about 4 o’clock, some idiot was banging on the door and Sorbay got up. The next thing I know, he’s grabbing his clothes and he’s disappeared. No explanation, nothing.
“But leave me, Dot? He wouldn’t dare, he knows I’d skin him alive.”
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