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Chapter Four

11th of June, 1942

Dear Diary,

The warmer days have arrived, with plenty of sunshine, which seems contradictory with all that’s happening in the world. The war continues to rage on and it would be far more fitting for the skies to be cloudy and grey. I feel as if I should be that way, too, and I’m a bit ashamed of myself for feeling so happy at times.

I tell myself that it’s not my own happiness as much as it is the children’s that I’m feeling. Dale has visited us at the house three times during the past two weeks. His visits aren’t long, but he brings the children treats. Today, it was a full-sized chocolate bar for each of them. They enjoy his visits immensely because he tells them silly stories about America, like baseball games and rodeos.

His storytelling is rather captivating and I find myself wondering about America, if all the things he says are true. It sounds quite amazing, then again, any place not ravaged by war would be quite amazing right now and that is why I find myself thankful that he’s able to make the children forget, for a small amount of time, the uncertain world we are living in right now.

Kathryn’s insides grew as warm as the sun overhead when she spied the Jeep parked in front of the pub. She’d seen many of those Jeeps, so this one didn’t mean that Dale was inside. But the prospect that he might be had her pedalling a bit faster, and once the bike was parked she nearly spilled the contents of her basket by unhooking it so quickly.

After assuring no eggs had been broken by her clumsiness, she took a deep breath and approached the pathway with what she hoped appeared to be a calm and steady stride, the exact opposite of her insides. She also told herself she shouldn’t care if it was him or not, but despite all, she was hoping he was inside.