My mind began to wander. What hell were those young men going through? I wanted to bring them home. Bathe them feed them and love each and everyone on... of them. Motherly love you could say.In the summer of 1916, I heard the tragic news that Mr. Simon had been killed in action. He was my friend and mentor at the bookshop. Again the shop closed for a few days as a mark of respect. That evening I was trying to enjoy a glass of apple wine but my thoughts were distant.Why did I never allow Mr. Simon. " This is too fucked up to even think about." Maybe you can think about this--what would your father do if he knew you liked to dress up in girl's underwear? Think he might kick you out of the house? Think he might write you out of his will?" You are one sick bitch." You don't know how sick-- not yet."Another knock comes at the door before I can even begin to digest what Ann is telling me."But you're about to find out," Ann says.She goes over to the door and opens it. Phil, the front-desk. I'll have the carbonara anda side order of salad." The pasta florentine sounds good," said Lizzie."I'll have the chicken parmigiana," said Len, leaving Thomas to be thelast to order. Having not looked at a menu yet, he chose one of the otherorders. "I'll also have the florentine." The waiter promptly left to getthe water and place their orders."Tell us about yourself, if you don't mind," said Lizzie to Thomas. "Lenhasn't said much about you yet aside from how you're a morning person andyou love. " Yes, ma'am," Anne replied without looking at the woman. "Nineteen it is." Well Mr. Amboy here is a widower, unfortunately, and very much in need of a woman to care for his two motherless children." Mrs. Conroy gave the bewigged visitor a very sweet smile. "In other words, he is looking for a wife." She licked her lips and lifted at eyebrow in Anne's direction. "And you are, as you are well aware, a spinster with few if any prospects." I'm very sorry to hear that, sir," Anne said to him as she.