Chapter Four
A cacophony of voices mingled with the sound of silverware scraping on china. Doris nibbled at the warm, yeasty roll letting the conversations wash over her. The girls seemed giddy tonight, but the only emotion she could work up was disappointment. She and Ron finished the mission after the bombing without further incident. He’d been solicitous and kind, but the overbearing streak she’d seen seemed to have disappeared. He was almost likable.
They talked about everything and nothing on the return trip, then she’d billeted at the dispatch facility for the last three days per her agreement. Was the Red Cross so short of women they had to spread workers over multiple locations? Learning two sets of rules under different supervisors wasn’t difficult, but it did make her job a cha
