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Chapters (45)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. CHAPTER 39
  43. CHAPTER 40
  44. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  45. FURTHER READING

A US Army band played on the pier as we neared our berth. Brynn held my hand and danced with me. She had spotted her husband on the ferry, and they had waved and blown kisses.

‘He looks strange,’ she said, twirling me around. ‘He’s grown a moustache—he looks like someone’s father.’ We laughed and I wondered what Roy would look like. Few of the men were in uniform. The war was over.

The Red Cross ladies were frantically checking lists, and even after we docked it was ages before we were allowed off the boat. I suppose the logistics of organising six hundred and nine brides and two hundred and seventy-four children were quite complicated. They called us off alphabetically by surname, and Min was among the first to leave. She descended the gangway, two sailors following with her trunks.

‘Goodbye, girls, and good luck. Do write.’ She waved a handkerchief at us, her face splotched with excitement. ‘I hope it all turns out for the best.’

We strained for a glimpse of Min’s husband. He was a portly white-haired man with spectacles and fleshy lips, which he immediately pressed against her, while she recoiled, nearly falling backwards into the harbour. We clutched each other, giggling.

Barbara, Jane and I were taking trains, and Brynn was among the next group called. She hugged me for a good minute, rubbing her gloved hands along my spine.

‘You’ll be fine, you’ll be strong, whatever happens. It’s an adventure. Think of the day when we’ll tell these stories.’

I held her face and gave her a kiss on the cheek. ‘How would I have made it this far without you?’

I watched as Brynn walked down the gangplank and her husband ran to greet her. He wrapped her in an embrace then bent to kiss her. I saw her soften, her shoulders drop and ease into their sockets. When they drew apart she looked back at the ship, eyes scanning the crowd still on board until she found me. She blew me a kiss and waved. I shut my eyes tight and wished they would be happy.

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 19

‘What happened to Brynn?’ I ask. ‘Did you stay in touch?’