Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Prologue
- Part One: Autumn 1939
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Part Two: Spring 1940
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Three: Summer 1940
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Epilogue
- Historical Note
‘Magda, don’t forget to return or renew your Motor Boat Maintenance book at the library before the end of the month, or you will get fined again. Pet, I borrowed an umbrella from Mrs Rossi at the bakery when I got caught in that rain storm. For me, please could you take it back to her? Please take good care of yourselves, girls, and be as sensible as you can. Remember, even though I am not there to tell you, that I love you both very much and I will always be proud of you. Make sure you are doing everything you can to help your father.
‘Fred, my darling, don’t work too hard. Give Barnaby a tickle from me and tell him to leave the baby rabbits alone.
‘I love and miss you all very much.Your Mutti xxxx P.S. Remember—’
Mags turned the page over but there was nothing written on the other side. ‘Remember what?’ she said.
Pa stared for a moment, his eyes were open very wide. ‘Perhaps she reached her limit of words,’ he said. ‘Or it might have been censored by the guards at the camp. Her letters will be checked before they are sent. It might have said something they didn’t want her to say.’
‘Like what?’ I said, bewildered. ‘It just sounds like she’s going to remind us to keep our room tidy or feed the cat or something.’
‘I don’t know, Petra,’ Pa snapped, taking the letter back from Magda. Then, straight away: ‘I’m sorry, girls. I don’t know.’ He got up and put his jacket on. ‘If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the lighthouse.’
I took Mrs Rossi’s umbrella back when I went down to Stonegate on Monday morning. There was no school now as arrangements were being made to send all the children in our area to a safer part of the country. Except us. Pa had decided that Mags and I would stay at home with him after all.