Jack lay on his charpoy, fighting the last of the malaria germs that had racked his body. He looked around his world. Mary was sitting with Andrew on her lap and a book in her hand, her eyes stern with concentration. Jack took a deep breath, knowing he wanted nothing else. He read the official letter that a smart Rajput had handed into the bungalow. "That"s my home leave confirmed, Mary."
"That cheered you up," Mary said. "You"ve been lying there feeling sorry for yourself for weeks."
Jack scanned the letter again before handing it to Mary. "We"re going Home, Mary. You"d better dust down your list of where you want to go."
Holding young Andrew in her arms, Mary stepped to the side of Jack"s charpoy. "Before I do, Captain Jack, there are things you should know."
"Oh? What sort of things
