Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Annie woke up at midnight to the sound of someone pounding on the front door. She still wasn't used to waking up in a strange house.
She crept out of bed, the floor cold against her bare feet, and tip-toed to the top of the stairs. Mrs. Benson - whom she still thought of as the cabbage-lady - had opened the door and was talking to an RAF pilot. Annie's heart leaped. Peter!
No. The boy who was staggering into the house wasn't Peter. She knew because he didn't have Peter's crooked smile or his tangly hair. He was just another lost, drunk soldier from the military base, who was saying, thickly, that somebody had taken all his money.
She wondered if Peter and Bear were ever coming back.
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