“Now,” he ordered, “Write this meeting down.”She started to write.“The things you need to be successful in the catering business are properl... approved premises, a clear idea of for whom you are catering, and a clear methodology.”She wrote that down.“Next it is your turn. Where are you going to use as premises?”“Er ... I thought the vicarage kitchen.”“Is it big enough? Does it have catering standard equipment? Can you have sole use of it for whole days at a time?”“Er ... I think it’s big enough.. “Okay, but we were just doing our job. But, at any rate, you’ll be out of here in a week’s time. I will alert your family as to that if that’s all right with you,” she said.He shrugged his tacit approval. “I guess,” he said.“Well, okay then,” she said.The two of them talked for some time and made the arrangements for her to pick him up and take him to the half-way house that he’d be required to stay at until he was employed. He was concerned about that. He’d try to get his old job back, but he. ”The Major looked daggers at David, “You would make a profit whist your fellow countrymen are dying for you,” he shouted.David’s face went white, “Major, that is a fair price, which if you knew your job you would know. As for my fellow countrymen dying for me, I would say rather they are dying due to the incompetence of their officers and the greed of Her Majesty’s Government. I wish you a good day Sir,” he said, turning on his heel and entering the house, slamming the door behind him. He. " Closed?" Her brow furrowed. "Because of the bombs?" No. It's just closed." But how do you get to London?" The trains come out of the station and go the long way round. But most people go by car, of course. Everybody's got a car."The steam drifted across the face of the sun and Ethel shuddered. "Let's walk again." I said I was going to bring you something, didn't I?" A pair of that Jean's trousers." Jeans, yes. They're in the shop. I left them there. I didn't want Sally to see I'd brought you.