– They’d looked forward to post-war life for so long, only to find that nothing could be returned to the way it was before. –
– Louisa loved her mother but sometimes she resembled nothing more than one of the pillowcases she so faithfully washed and pressed: clean, – white, smelling of Lux flakes and existing only to provide comfort for others. –
– Perhaps we shan’t ever marry and we’ll be the “surplus women” they’re always worrying about in the newspapers. We shall wear thick worsted stockings and glasses, and grow our own vegetables. We could read books all day long and never dress for dinner. –
– Having the physical strength to fight back didn’t always mean you could. Fear or shame held hands down tighter than any rope. –
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