|Two weeks after the air raid, Jo was sitting on the balcony reading a book, when Jem came out to her, a letter in his hand.|
“Post, Jo.” He dropped it into her lap, and then sat in the chair next to her.
“Thank you.” Jo glanced at the envelope, ripping it open as she recognised Jack’s writing. Jem waited patiently whilst she read the contents, a huge grin spreading across her face.
“Jack’s getting leave in the next couple of weeks”
“That’s lovely news, Jo. Does he say when he’ll get home?”
“No. He just says about two weeks, and that he has a month’s leave.”
“We’ll have to see about getting you home, then. I think you’ll be able to go in a week or so.”
“Yes. The main reason you’re still here is because of that air raid. You didn’t get much rest that night and you’d just had pneumothorax, as well. It all combined to give you a bit of a shock, hence the nightmare returning.” Jo didn’t reply. She understood Jem’s motives and was quite glad she hadn’t been at home on her own that night. Even now, she worried about the next air raid coming and how she would cope with it. Jem glanced at his watch and stood back up.
“I’d best get on, or someone will be looking for me.” He left Jo alone once more. She stared unseeingly out at the view, her mind already at home with Jack at her side. She finally came back to reality when she shivered. Looking around her, she realised that the sun had disappeared behind clouds and the darkening gloom heralded rain. She picked her book and the letter up and went back indoors, just as the first drops began to fall.