"I'll try to write to you," he said, each word coming out hard.
"Letters," she whispered, "letters ... we're not much good at letters ... how can you reach me ... how can I reach you?"
Was the fishing line on the two reels still damp?
When was it they had gone fishing together--years ago?
Crossing France was going to be difficult, contacting the Corps was going to be difficult.
His arm around Jeannette, facing the window, he gazed down on the lawn: Annette was entering the house, carrying Lena's angora, René.
A door banged, and Claude's voice echoed.
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5
Dennison rejoined his Corps.