Peggy had known Jack all her life; had comforted him when Rita’s mother had died, and done all she could to help as he struggled alone to raise his young daughter. To see him now caused a confusion of emotions, for although she was delighted that he and Rita could snatch a precious couple of hours together after being apart for so long, she felt a jolt of dread. It was clear that Jack’s time working as a mechanic in the army motor repair shops in the Midlands was over, and that, like Brendon, he would soon be involved in the promised invasion.

She kissed his cheek and gave him a gentle nudge. ‘Don’t waste precious time hanging about here with us,’ she said. ‘Rita was heading for the fire station as we came to see Brendon off, so you should find her there.’

Jack didn’t budge, his expression anxious. ‘How’s my girl really doing, Peg? Her letters don’t tell me much. Is she coping – after Matthew?’

‘Oh, Jack,’ Peggy sighed. ‘She’s doing as well as she can. Matthew was such a lovely, sweet boy, and his death came as a terrible shock to all of us. Seeing you will help no end, so get down there and find her.’

He hitched his kitbag over his shoulder and ran down the hill, his heavy boots echoing in the stillness of the damp and dreary morning.

Turning to Ron, Peggy plastered on a smile. ‘What a lovely surprise for Rita,’ she said shakily, ‘and how thoughtful of his commanding officer to give him permission to stop off. It’s good to know there is still kindness in this troubled world.’

Ron stood back and smiled down at her as he handed over the umbrella. ‘And now let’s hope that kindness is shining down on me today. I’m off to see Rosie. Wish me luck.’

She nodded and watched him hurry away with Harvey, as always, at his side. He’d need a heavy dose of luck – but Rosie always forgave him, and he’d no doubt come bouncing back home later, full of the joys of spring.

‘I’m taking Pauline home,’ said a drawn and sad-eyed Frank. ‘Thanks for putting up with me last night.’

‘That’s all right,’ Peggy replied softly. ‘It was quite like old times, and certainly gave us all something to laugh about – which has to be good in the circumstances.’