Название: Churchill’s Angels
Автор: Ruby Jackson
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
isbn: 9780007506255
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RUBY JACKSON
Churchill’s Angels
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This book is dedicated to Sarah and Colin Ramsay
Table of Contents
Read on for an exclusive extract from Grace’s story, Wave Me Goodbye.
August 1939
‘Cheerio, Mrs Richardson.’
Daisy Petrie held the door open as her last customer, still grumbling under her breath, left the shop.
‘Give me strength,’ Daisy muttered. ‘I have got to get out of here.’
She stood for a moment watching the old lady’s progress along the crowded High Street. Two large trams passed each other as they flew noisily along their tracks and the indistinguishable words of a carter and a van driver drifted over to her on the warm air.
The day promised to grow even warmer, and she caught the smell of fresh fish from the open window of a neighbouring shop.
Hope somebody buys them before they go off, she thought ruefully as she stepped back into Petrie’s Groceries and Fine Teas.
She looked around the family’s small shop, the place where she had worked almost every Saturday while growing up, and full time since she had left school. It was, as small, family-run grocery shops go, a pleasant place. Behind СКАЧАТЬ