“Oh! Always!” Dave laughed. “She’s closing our New England home and going with my aunt to Florida. She has an independent income so she gets about.”
“What does one do in Florida?” Cherry asked.
“Oh, bask in the sun until you’re brown, swim, play tennis, go tarpon fishing,” Dave drawled lazily.
“Sounds rather dreamy.”
“It is, and unreal too. Do you know?” Dave exclaimed, “I haven’t thought of it before but since I came to England I’ve really just started to live.”
“I—I’m glad,” Cherry whispered. “I’ve often thought—” She broke off to listen.
“Enemy planes,” she whispered.
“Bombers!” Dave nodded.
“Sound as if they were right overhead. And they seem so low.” Cherry shuddered.
A half minute followed without a sound save the tick-tock of the tall old clock and the drone overhead.