Back After the War
Chapters (74)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Anita Frank
  5. Note to Readers
  6. Dedication
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-One
  29. Chapter Twenty-Two
  30. Chapter Twenty-Three
  31. Chapter Twenty-Four
  32. Chapter Twenty-Five
  33. Chapter Twenty-Six
  34. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-One
  39. Chapter Thirty-Two
  40. Chapter Thirty-Three
  41. Chapter Thirty-Four
  42. Chapter Thirty-Five
  43. Chapter Thirty-Six
  44. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  45. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  46. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Part Two
  49. Chapter Forty-One
  50. Chapter Forty-Two
  51. Chapter Forty-Three
  52. Chapter Forty-Four
  53. Chapter Forty-Five
  54. Chapter Forty-Six
  55. Chapter Forty-Seven
  56. Chapter Forty-Eight
  57. Chapter Forty-Nine
  58. Chapter Fifty
  59. Chapter Fifty-One
  60. Chapter Fifty-Two
  61. Chapter Fifty-Three
  62. Chapter Fifty-Four
  63. Chapter Fifty-Five
  64. Chapter Fifty-Six
  65. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  66. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  67. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  68. Chapter Sixty
  69. Acknowledgements
  70. Extract
  71. Chapter One
  72. Chapter Two
  73. Chapter Three
  74. About the Publisher

Gwen pulls away, suppressing a smile. She gathers up her dress to safely tackle the steps from the terrace down to the lawn and when she reaches the bottom she looks back a final time at the young man she has left behind, before hurrying to join Jack. He guides her towards the gravel with a light touch to the small of her back.

‘We’re parked on the drive,’ he says, low enough for her alone to hear.

They are lost in their own thoughts as they walk side by side towards the car. Jack cannot see Jim inside and he immediately fears the farmer has roused and taken it into his head to go wandering. He quickens his pace, leaving Gwen to trot awkwardly in her heeled shoes. He is relieved beyond measure to see the farmer’s inert body curled across the back seat. When Gwen reaches the passenger side, she places her palm to the glass and peers in; her expression dissolves into one of profound sadness.

‘Oh.’

Once they are inside, she swivels round to lay a fleeting hand on her father’s knee, before turning back to face the front. Jack starts the engine.

‘I thought perhaps …’ She leaves the comment suspended, incomplete.

The engine whines as he reverses out from his parking spot, but it ceases to complain once back in forward gear.

‘He couldn’t have driven,’ Jack says.

‘No.’ Gwen drops her gaze to her lap where her silver bag glints through the dimness. ‘And Ted? He was as bad, I suppose?’ Her question has a sharp edge to it.

‘He didn’t dissuade him, let’s put it that way.’

Gwen nods and looks out of her window.

‘Ted told me.’ He tears his eyes away from the indistinct road before him to meet her gaze. ‘He explained the significance of the day.’

She abruptly cuts off her bark of bitter laughter. ‘Yes. The anniversary of my mother’s death.’ She glances at the back seat. Her soft sigh conveys so much unhappiness that Jack yearns to reach out and comfort her, but he thinks better of it and keeps his hands firmly on the wheel. There is something about the close confines of the darkened car that is gloriously intimate and he is more aware of her now than ever before.