"Thanks," I mumbled as we broke the embrace."Here you can help me with the coffee and sandwiches," she said as mymother and Lillian paired off to work... at another worktop. We busily madeup some sandwiches and a large pot of coffee before going back out intothe assembled throng to pass out the fruits of our labour.A couple of hours later and a steady stream of cars and taxi's arrived asmourners began to make their way home. We had finished washing up andwere still in the kitchen,"Let's grab a. The training headquarters of the Special Operations Executive. I shared a barrack hut with twelve other women. We used false names and were enjoined not to inquire about each other. My name was Jeanne. ‘Relationships’ between us were also forbidden by our senior tormentor, a woman we knew as Betty. She was fierce and we all called her, behind her back, Bitchy. The training was hard: codes, combat, weapons, explosives, poisons (including one for ourselves!) map reading and much else. Women would. She uh.. Did a real number on it.” he said, hand casually patting the laptop under his arm.She looked up at him and smiled, appreciative. “I’m sure she’ll be grateful.. Though..” she paused, eying him with a tiny bit of guilt. She had brought this on him after all, “Maybe it should take until after dinner to fix? Maybe a couple more hours?” He blinked at her and found himself smiling, nodding in agreement as he set the laptop down on the side. “Yeah, just a couple more hours to fix.” he said. Roycealee’s charges marveled at the old architecture, the grassy, oak-surrounded quad, and the ‘presence’ of the first state-chartered university in the United States.Legs fully stretched, hunger took them. They returned to their hotel and freshened while Melba fed and changed Cassandra Anne. Then, they loaded the van for the short drive to the Varsity. As she drove, Roycealee recommended, “We can surely come back, more than once if y’all want, but ya’ won’t go wrong with a variety. So I.