Chapter one, Chapter two
Estelle walked out to the sitting room, closing the lights there; she sat down in the dark and lit a cigarette for herself. It was a habit she’d picked up during the war. With bombs dropping all around she and the other nurses and doctors who were tending the wounded in the hospital bomb shelter, something was needed to sooth their nerves. One of the other nurses offered her a fag to calm her one day and that was the start of it.
Over the years she smoked less and less, mostly during times of stress. Tonight was definitely stressful but in an exciting sort of way. She’d been in U.N.C.L.E. headquarters before but it had always been for a social visit, usually on a holiday.
This evening being a part of an actual operation was quite thrilling. Though there was no real danger for her, it reminded her of her days during the war when one faced death and destruction. There was fear, yet there was determination and courage that saw you through those terrible times.
It was because of World War I that she met her husband, and Estelle liked to think that was the Lord’s reward to her for a job well done. *
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