They slowly relaxed. Phillip prattled less and Bethan emerged from her shell to talk about her home and her family. She made him laugh with stories of life on the farm and the characters that inhabited her native village. Most
cute gay boys of them were in the army now, of course. She wondered aloud what it would be like when the war was over.
“I mean it must be different, see. Before the war, now, well, no one really travelled, did they? Now
cute gay boys, when they come back, well, they’ll have seen things most wouldn’t care to, isn’t
cute gay boys it? How will they settle then?”
“I know what you mean. I used to worry about what I’d do when it was all over. Now, well, it doesn’t look likely to end anytime soon. The ones I feel most sorry for are the Reserve Officers. I’m a Regular; there will always be a place for me in the Army even if it means
cute gay boys I have to go back to the regiment when this lot’s over. The RO’s, though, some of them
cute gay boys interrupted their education or had already embarked on a career. It will be far harder for them to settle
cute gay boys again.”
“And what about all the volunteers? My Dad has to get women now to help run the farm and what about them? They aren’t going to be willing to run back into the kitchen just like that once they’ve been earning wages, are they?”
“Bethan, do you know you finish every sentence with a question?”
“A question, is it? I don’t know, it’s the way I talk, see? I didn’t speak any Sais until I was ten or so. We always speak Welsh at home.”
“Sais? What’s that?”
“It
cute gay boys means Saxon, really, but it’s our word for you English. Like the Scots call you Sassenachs – Saxons again, see?”
“Could you really not speak English until you were ten?”
“My part of Wales is mainly Welsh-speaking. There was no call to speak English until I went to the Grammar School, was there now?”
The evening
cute gay boys passed all to quickly and Phillip was horrified to find it was nearly ten o’clock when he settled the bill with a crisp white five-pound note. He pocketed the change and ushered Bethan from the dining room. They hurried back to Bentley Hall. Bethan had to take his arm in the darkness and the contact flared through him like fire. They arrived at the door to nurses’ quarters with barely a minute to spare. Both were flushed from the effects of the wine and the brisk walking. The door opened to reveal the ample figure of Sister Hallam.
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