Back Summer in Greece
Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Patricia Wilson
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Chapter 49
  55. Chapter 50
  56. Chapter 51
  57. Chapter 52
  58. More from Patricia Wilson
  59. About the Author
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. Author’s Note

Before retiring for the night, Josephine got on her knees at her bedside and prayed. I wrote a letter to Manno. He had been such a big part of my journey so far that I decided to tell him about the portholes. I had to tell somebody; it was eating me up. I needed to discuss it with an older, wiser person before it slipped out by accident. I thanked him for the way he had cared for us all, and told him I was sorry we parted, and that I would come back one day, if I could. I sealed the letter and placed it in my apron pocket. The post was censored, so the last thing I wanted was for someone to read it. I would post it from whichever port we called into next.

Then I slipped out to search for Perkins and found him on a bed in the medical centre. ‘Ah, here we are. How are you doing, Corporal?’

‘For a soldier with his head sliced open by a twenty-four-foot propeller, arm shattered by the back axle of a three-ton jeep, and leg chopped off by an overzealous surgeon, I can safely say I’m as well as can be expected. Kiss me.’

‘Behave, Corporal! You’re exaggerating, and the man I’ve come to care for is bigger than that.’

‘Do you really care for this wreck of a man, nurse?’ He peered at me with forlorn eyes, a man lost in his situation with no idea how to handle it, and wondering where he will end up. ‘I feel so completely alone. Sometimes, I wish you hadn’t saved me.’

Oh, poor man. ‘Don’t you dare talk like that, Corporal. You have my blood flowing through you, and let me tell you; I am courageous, and I come from a long line of courageous people! So you just gather up all that courageous blood of mine and keep a grip on it, do you understand me, soldier?’

‘He kissed you, I saw. They were taking me on board.’

‘He took a liberty and admittedly I should have slapped him, but I was too shocked, Corporal. Now, no more nonsense. I’ll thank you not to mention it again. Did they feed you?’

‘I think they forgot; but it’s not food I’m hungering after, Nurse Gertie.’

I ignored his boldness. ‘I’ll go and see if I can get you something from the galley.’

‘I love you,’ he said.

‘Don’t talk such nonsense! You hardly know me.’

I dared to glance into his eyes and caught a sudden flash of the truth.