Chapter FifteenRuth took a bite of her limp sandwich and laid it on the brown paper, chewing slowly. Varis poured over the newspaper ads for housing. Rick and Louise had informed them that morning they would need to find somewhere else to stay.
They had been overly apologetic, but the embassy had ordered them to house a refugee family. They would be arriving by the end of next week. That didn't give Varis and her much time to find new housing.
She shivered and pulled her sweater closer. Would she ever get used to the dampness in England? New Hampshire might be cold, but it was not a seep-into-your-bones chill. Her eyes strayed from Varis to the others in the embassy cafeteria. Where did they live? Had any of them been bombed out? Of course they had. What was she thinking?
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