“It was comfortable in a well-worn, shabby way, although the traffic was so noisy that I had to close my window, and the furniture reeked of cigarettes. I booked a transatlantic call to Louise, and tried to take a shower. The showerhead gurgled, and sneezed, and then dribbled. I took a shallow bath instead. I was lucky. It could take hours before a call to the States came through, but the operator rang me back after only twenty minutes. Louise answered, and although she sounded quite close, I ke...pt hearing an echo, so that she said everything twice. “I’m going to the Marriotts’ this evening. They’re having a cookout they’re having a cookout.” “That’s great,” I said. “Are you going to see your sister this weekend?” “I don’t know, it depends if Dick’s coming home if Dick’s coming home.” “Listen, I have to go, but I love you.” “Be careful, Jimmy, won’t you please won’t you please?” “I’ll be careful.” I hadn’t been allowed to tell her what I was doing here in England—only that it was connected with my work for the intelligence services during the war.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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