Hari sat looking at her transmitter. Should she let Meryl know about the plans for the invasion of the Normandy beaches by the Allies? It was certainly dangerous to attempt it.
‘Overlord’ was top secret, if the intelligence fell into the hands of the Germans, it would blow months, if not years, of planning. And yet Meryl would be in danger, the whole of Germany would be in danger; from the landing forces, from the bombers—that was the object of the exercise. She rubbed her forehead wearily. There seemed little she could do to help her sister who, to all intents and purposes, was a traitor to her country and her people. Undecided, she left the office and went home to Swansea; at least there she could try to put worrying thoughts out of her head.
Hari was invited to a meal at Kate’s house that night and she made a special effort to look smart, to be cheerful, and most of all to allow Kate to talk about her problems. When she arrived, Hilda opened the door and gave a wry smile.
‘Come in, girl, come and join the party.’ And it was a party. The room was filled with cigarette smoke and the smell of beer. Hari was greeted with several wolf whistles and she forced a smile.
‘I didn’t know it was going to be so jolly.’ She put her hand on Kate’s shoulder. ‘Who are these Americans you’ve brought home?’
Kate smiled. ‘Sure you make me sound like some sort of siren maid calling sailors from the sea.’
‘You’re a beautiful girl, Kate, you make a good siren but what does Eddie think of it all?’
‘Eddie and me have quarrelled, he’s gone out.’
‘And these airmen?’
‘I went to the park, I got in trouble with the pram and these good fellows brought me home. Nothing to worry about, Hari, believe me, I’ve had enough of men to last a lifetime.’
Hilda bustled in from the kitchen with a pile of spam sandwiches.
‘Meat?’ Hari said.
‘The boys brought it with them, among other things.’ Kate held up a pair of stockings. ‘Bring back memories, eh? It all seems so long ago now.’
One of the pilots was standing in a corner. He seemed to be taking no part in the jollity. He held a cup and saucer in his hand instead of a glass or a tankard and Hari assumed he was drinking tea. On an impulse she went over to him.
‘Hello, I’m Hari.’ She held out her hand. After some hesitation he took it.
‘Aldo,’ he said, in his soft American drawl.
‘You’re looking very unhappy.’
‘I’m feeling very unhappy. While I’m away fighting a war I’ve lost my girl to another guy. He just sits on his butt in an office safe and cosy, reliable you know. What’s your excuse, you don’t look too jolly either.’
‘Same as you, I’ve lost my guy to another girl, he’s married my sister. Ironic isn’t it? Anyway, let’s change the subject.’
‘Shall we talk about the weather?’ Aldo’s eyebrow was raised.
‘I suppose it’s a serious issue with you pilots, the weather.’
‘Aye, well that sure is true but there are other more important things to talk about—this feeling of being chucked wouldn’t be a bad start. What’s your story?’
‘He ran away with my sister, married her and that’s the end of it. I expect they’ll start a family once the war is over, if they live that long. What about you?’ Hari asked.
‘We’ll be moving out soon, special mission sort of thing, all very hush-hush.’
Hari knew at once what he was referring to but her expression gave nothing away. ‘What a shame,’ she said, and meant it.
‘Look, let’s walk a bit shall we?’ he said, and Hari nodded.
‘It is a bit noisy in here, isn’t it?’
It was strange after the warmth and cheery atmosphere of the party at Kate’s house to be reminded of the reality of war by the ravaged streets and jutting scars of the ruined buildings. Spirals of smoke issued from the devastation of the bombed sites. Torn pieces of blackout sheets fluttered limply in the night-time breeze and over all was an eerie silence as though the town brooded and waited, flinching from the next onslaught from the air. It wasn’t long coming. The siren raked the streets and Hari’s stomach turned in fear.
Aldo drew her into his arms and they hid in a doorway. Hari closed her eyes remembering the last time she’d been held close to a man; Michael had held her, dearest Michael, she loved him so much. How could he turn against his own the way he’d done? And yet, she still clung to the belief that he wasn’t a traitor, he’d been forced into joining the German Luftwaffe by his father.
Aldo tipped up her face and kissed her lips. She recoiled from him, knowing she would love only one man in her lifetime and that was Michael. Michael Euler.
‘I’m sorry.’ She pulled away from Aldo and began to run.
‘I’m sorry too,’ he called, ‘can I see you again?’
‘No.’ Her voice was caught by the breeze and drifted away and by the time she got home, Hari was crying bitter, helpless tears that did nothing to ease her pain.