May 1940
May 1940May 1940“Do you think he ate a heavy lunch?” Eva nodded at the middle-aged man fast asleep on the settee in the interview room of the Marriage Bureau’s office.
“That or he had a bit too much brandy at his club,” Hetty whispered back.
Despite the ever-growing sense that something bad was on the horizon, Hetty realized it was easy to spend days lost in her work at the bureau. Between client meetings and the rather interesting and unplanned events that occurred in the bureau’s offices almost daily, she could forget the country was at war.
Now, for example, was one of the more bemusing moments of running their office. Mr. Garfield, a retired former diplomat, had entered the outer interview office and checked in with Eva for his follow-up appointment to see how his first da
