Daughters of Lace

Mary, 1942 - Chapter 3

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Jim came home a few months after the wedding. He arrived without notice at five o’clock one afternoon, just as the watery sun disappeared and a cold wind blew up off the Trent River. He stood in the doorway, a shrunken figure, small against the doorframe, his uniform was neat, the St John’s Ambulance insignia wrapped ar…