You could skip it
‘You mustn’t be silly.’ I tried to kiss her, and she evaded me. ‘No; don’t start like that again. David, I want to get things straight. I like you a lot, but I don’t quite know how much. I … No; you’ll have to be content with that.’ She leaned forward and brushed my lips lightly with her own. ‘And with this.’
I said foolishly: ‘I could stay a few more days – send a wire to Dadda.’
‘Or come down for next week-end? That would be easy enough.’
She shook her head. ‘No. I’m going to Oxford next week-end – a friend’s engagement party.’
‘I would, if it were likely to do any good. But it wouldn’t. David coz, I hope nothing happens to you. Jinny will be praying for you – she prays for all the soldiers she knows. You won’t expect me to do that, but I’ll be thinking of you a lot. Look after yourself. Never mind about winning the war – look after yourself.’
‘Am I forgiven?’
She grinned. ‘Of course. I hope the French girls are kinder-hearted than me.’ She looked up to me. ‘If they are, you’ll have a glorious time. They won’t be able to resist you.’
‘I’ll try to keep things within bounds.’
Hilda laughed. ‘That won’t be easy.’ She said, becoming serious: ‘I’m sorry. I’m hard, David – that’s the trouble. You should forget me and find some nice, generous girl to marry.
Dearest John Christopher, You are my hero as a child. I loved to read the Tripods, and later when I was quite an adult I read “The lotus cave”. You are amazing. I still can remember how I was feeling while reading the tripod. There was at some point when they heros of the book could not breath. I remember the feeling. Thank you for being so amazing.
Apologies for the delay in saying thank you for your beautiful comment!