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sound like a mean thing to say but I sure am glad that you fell off that bike.’
    Kitty laughed. ‘Yes, well I’m glad that you came along and found me – though I’m not glad that you made an emergency landing – I don’t like the sound of
that.’
    Sammy stopped walking and touched his fingers against her elbow. ‘It was kinda hair-raising – I never thought that I wasn’t gonna make it, but it was a close thing.’
    ‘Sometimes we hear engines spluttering out and I always try to imagine the pilot inside, and hope that somehow he knows that I’m wishing him safely down.’
    Sammy imagined how it might be to fly a mission having this girl willing him home and he suddenly understood what had been intriguing him and drawing him to her. Talking to her was as easy as
thinking.
    ‘I flew over your house the day after I found you. I was test-flying a Spitfire and I wanted to have a look at your place from the sky.’
    Kitty thought, He flew over my house. She said, ‘I’d love to see that.’
    ‘Well, actually, I was hoping to see you.’
    ‘And did you?’ Kitty caught her breath and tried to remember.
    ‘No, I saw your uncle working in the garden but you were nowhere to be seen.’
    ‘I would have waved,’ Kitty said. It was too dark to see his face properly, but she could feel his attention on her and the warmth in his hand. Sammy’s fingers slid down her
arm and found her hand and they walked on.
    ‘So, can I see you tomorrow? It’ll be around nine by the time I get free. It’s kind of late – do you think it’ll be okay?’
    ‘Yes, I should think it would be all right.’ Kitty felt certain that Aunt Vi would be pleased to see Sammy; she could imagine her plumping up the cushions for him and offering him a
cup of Ovaltine. But she was not sure that Uncle Geoff would welcome him.
    ‘I’ll tell Aunt Vi to expect you,’ she said, secretly hoping that it would be one of Uncle Geoff’s nights to meet Tom Farrell for a drink at the pub.
    They continued to dawdle home. Kitty listened carefully as Sammy described the home farm where his mother made cakes that he called snow buns because they melted in the mouth. He asked her about
London. Kitty told him how she felt as if her life were on hold until the war was over.
    ‘When I left the school here I wanted to go home and do a secretarial course, but my mum won’t have either of us coming back to London until the war’s over. So I help Aunt Vi
and I volunteer for war work locally. Charlie’s been doing farm labouring, but what he really wants to do is fight the Nazis.’
    ‘Your mother is right – you’ve gotta stay right here,’ Sammy said, ‘and Charlie’s not going anywhere either – this war will be over long before
he’s old enough to fight in it.’
    When they reached the house, they paused by the rowan tree where, unseen by anyone who might have been watching out for them, they kissed. It was sweet and simple that first kiss: a brief
touching of lips. Kitty went inside and called out a goodnight and climbed the stairs to her room. Dear me , she thought as she closed her bedroom door and leaned against it, I’ve
fallen in love .

 
August 2006
    Kitty reverses out of the carport that stands on what was once Uncle Geoff’s vegetable patch. A horn blares from a passing car and Kitty jumps and hits the brake hard. People drive far too fast round the lanes , she thinks. You wouldn’t want to walk along them at night these days; you would be risking your life. Kitty drives to Maidstone and
parks at June’s house. June comes to the door with a can of furniture polish in one hand. She gives Kitty the key to her father’s bungalow.
    ‘Tell him I’ll be round at six with his tea.’
    Kitty leaves her car outside June’s and walks down the road to Bert’s. She lets herself in and calls out to him. His voice reaches her from a back room and Kitty walks down the hall
and through the kitchen to a sunroom where Bert is sitting in