Chapters (59)
- Cover
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- Dedication
- PREFACE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- ENDING
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Also by Val Wood
When the children were occupied and Ellen had brought out a large saucepan and two wooden spoons for the two youngest to bang on it, Anna opened her purse and took out two pennies to pay for her loaves. She put the bread to her nose and breathed in the aroma. ‘It is very good,’ she said. ‘For old bread. Good bread keeps well.’
‘Anna,’ Ellen said cautiously. ‘What did Mrs Johnson mean,’ she pointed up to the ceiling to indicate their neighbour, ‘when she said you’d be safe here?’
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‘I told you we are Jews,’ Anna replied. ‘It is a long story why we come here; not everyone welcomes us. I will tell you about it at some other time, yes?’
‘All right,’ Ellen said. ‘Let’s talk about bread.’
‘I could do it.’ Anna was hesitant. ‘But I must speak to Filip first. He is a very proud man and thinks he alone must provide for his family.’
Ellen nodded in agreement. Harry would be the same. ‘If you tell him that it might help you out for the moment,’ she suggested. ‘And that maybe you could get out of ’rathole where you’re living now.’
Anna gasped. ‘There are rats? Have you seen them?’
‘No, no,’ Ellen reassured her. I must remember that Anna doesn’t understand our expressions, she thought, although there probably are rats; we’re very near the river and their room is in the basement. ‘I only meant that the place where you are living doesn’t sound a very nice place to be.’
‘Ah, yes, of course. Do you think I should ask the baker first if I could work for her? She might not want me.’
‘Well, let’s see how we could manage if she did,’ Ellen said positively. ‘She told me that she starts at five o’clock, so that would mean bringing ’children early. But if your husband is at home he could bring them here before he goes out to look for work.’
‘And what would I pay you?’
‘Oh.’ Ellen hadn’t thought of that, but Anna’s children would need feeding whilst they were staying with her and she couldn’t afford to pay out for extra mouths. ‘With food,’ she said. ‘We could share ’cost of vegetables, and meat if we could afford it, and mebbe you could bring home day-old bread if there is any? But perhaps you should ask Filip before we plan.’