Herself speaking.
I was sorry for 47’s wife as Himself and I left her at the top of the uncarpeted stairs. She looked small and tired, and very much alone, and I have no doubt she felt all those things.
But I must hurry on. That night witnessed our first raid.
It was four in the morning, and bitterly cold. The knock at the door, or rather the crash on the door, was shattering, and brought me straight up in bed.
“Go back.” It was Himself on the landing. “Don’t be frightened. It seems to be the Auxiliaries.”
I continued to sit up, shivering. There was the rush of many feet, like the rush of hundreds of sheep after being penned up. The house filled at once.
“Hands up!” somebody shouted. I visualised Himself shivering on the landing with his hands above his head.
“Unarmed. Right. Put ’em down. What’s your name?”
Himself gave his name.