England
EnglandEnglandFebruary 1939
February 1939February 1939“Something is wrong with the girl.” Ethel Mowbray clanged a teapot hard on the wooden kitchen table. “She’s not behaving the way she should, John. She’s stubborn, obstinate, a silly romantic who refuses to get married when she knows that’s what she ought to do.”
knows“I agree,” John Mowbray muttered. “We must do something. Letting her live here with us at her age, it’s nonsense. I have no intention of supporting an old maid. We need her off our hands.”
Elizabeth hid at the top of the stairs of the old farmhouse, just barely able to see her parents at the table, speaking. She listened to her parents discuss her future with such barely concealed disgust that her heart clenched in pain. She had expected this when she’d come hom
