Chapter 13Sylvia was preoccupied, Lucy thought as she turned her eyes back to the road and concentrated on controlling the heavy car on the twisting turns of the lanes. It wasn’t just events of the last couple of days. There was something more going on.
Of course, she hadn’t expected her to be the same as in France. Had she? Royaumont-Sylvia had been wonderful of course…clever, competent, and sharp-witted. But tired and strained and grieving for her lost friend, too, by the time Lucy had got to know her better in the last couple of years of the war.
Lucy had expected the exhaustion and strain and some of the grief to have eased a little now for Bradfield-Sylvia, nine months after they’d both come home. After the years of living under that sort of pressure it wasn’t going to lift all at o
