❝ We don't talk anymore like we used to do ❞
↪The war that had waged with death and destruction was finally over and left only trauma and pain behind.
Nothing was the same as before and Thomas and Victoria knew it.
Another war had begun, perhaps the...
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Victoria was sitting in the kitchen with Polly. In fact, the two usually ate breakfast together when it was possible for Victoria.
Polly was reading the newspaper, while Victoria was reading the letter that had arrived that morning from her uncle.
"Good of you to join us" Polly said as soon as Ada entered the kitchen "Where have you been all day?"
"In bed. I couldn't sleep. Then I couldn't wake up. Then I was cold and then I had to go for a wee. Then I was with this bear on a boat, but that was a dream" Ada said as she cut a slice of bread for breakfast "Then I was hungry. Why are you reading the paper?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Polly asked.
"I've never seen you read the paper. I've only ever seen you light fires with them"
"The BSA are on strike. The miners are on strike. IRA are killing our boys ten a day"
Polly and Victoria watched carefully as Ada stuffed herself with the jam sandwich.
"What?" The young woman asked, noticing the gazes of the others.
"Stand up" Polly said.
"Why?"
"Just stand up"
Ada did what she was told.
"Side on" Polly said. When Ada stepped aside, she touched her breasts.
"Hoi! What are you doing?"
"Ada... how late are you?"
"One week" young Shelby lied "Five weeks. Seven if you count weekends. I think it's a lack of iron. I got some tablets that Vicky gave me"
"But they didn't work?"
"No" Ada shook her head.
After a careful visit made directly by Victoria, the truth came out
"You can get dressed now, love" Victoria said kindly.
"So, am I or not?" Ada asked.
Unfortunately for them, the visit had to be done in the clinic and not at home as Victoria did not have the right equipment there.
"Keep bloody walking, Ada" Polly said dragging the girl "If anybody sees us here they'll know.
"I'm not getting rid of it, Aunt Pol" the girl cried.
"Just come home and we'll talk about it"
"You get off me or I'll scream out, I swear"
"All right, if you want to do this on the street, let's do it. Whose is it?"
"If I tell you, you'll tell them and they'll cut him to pieces"
"Not if he marries you they won't. Will he marry you?"
