![]() Both were stuffed to the point of near-bursting and were not only impossibly heavy, but awkward to manage around the gas mask boxes slung over their shoulders. Each had only one case with them, faded things, beaten down more by age than use. ![]() The ladies rose from their plush seats and took hold of their luggage. But then, there was nothing left in Drayton for Grace anymore. Never had Grace considered it might someday become a necessity. It had been a wild concept then, to leave their slowmoving, familiar existence in the country for the bustling, fast-paced pulse of London. “Here we are.” Back when they were mere girls, Viv had first mentioned the notion of moving away from dull Drayton for a far more exciting life in the city. “After so many years of wishing we could be in London.” Her hand caught Grace’s in a quick squeeze. Viv glanced out the window, her gaze skimming the checkerboard of advertisements lining the curved wall. Her friend clicked the top on her lipstick tube closed and gave a freshly applied vermillion smile. “We’ve arrived.” She looked at Viv beside her. Equal parts nerves and eagerness vibrated about inside Grace. Far more sophisticated than in Drayton, Norfolk. They wore smartly cut clothing in the chic styles of city life. People hovered on the platform, as eager to get on as those within were to get off. The train pulled to a stop within Farringdon Station, its name clearly marked on the wall inside a strip of blue set within a red circle. ![]() Never did she imagine it would become her only option, especially not on the eve of war. Grace Bennett had always dreamed of someday living in London. ![]()
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