There isn’t much time. Robbie has to report for duty at six and he’s got a train to catch. So sit down. There are some things you’re going to do for us.
He certainly seems to think he’s the cat’s pajamas. Which is odd, considering he has pubic hair growing out of his ears. I should imagine he’d give you a lot of very noisy, boneheaded sons.
My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn’t go up to Cambridge. She’s doing nurse’s training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance. She says she’s beginning to get the full grasp of what she did and what it meant. She wants to come and talk to me. I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.
