ALLIES INVADE NORMANDY.
Nazis are retreating.
End of war near.
Jeannette wanted to shout the news to the driver but his face was so grim she felt he might be a collaborationist. Anyhow, he might have heard the news over the radio. What would Orville say? Should I tell him at once?
She went on reading, reading an editorial about the sixty million people who had already died during the conflict.
On the phone a nurse had requested that she wait till eleven ... a little before eleven someone beckoned. By that time she had become troubled; in Orville's room she had to fake gaiety. "Look, darling, I've bought a new dress ... for you."
She held out her arms to him.
"For your one-armed hero," he said.
"Don't say that!"
"It's quite true. Perhaps you hadn't noticed! You'd better take a good look at what's happened to me!"