Lightning pierced through the dark cloud-layered morning sky. Claps of thunder shook structures. Then it rained cats and dogs. It was the third straight day.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think this damn weather is trying to tell us something.” Collier unfolded the morning newspaper.
“Like an impending crisis?” Lila placed a steaming cup of tea in front of him and pointed to an article in the paper. “What’s that all about? Please read it to me.”
“Sure luv.” He ran his hand up and down her arm and winked. She returned his gesture with a soft and playful slap to the back of his head. “Hey! I’ll do it. Be patient” After adjusting his hair, he read. “The British Ambassador to Germany, Sir Neville Henderson, flew to Berlin with Britain’s reply to Hitler’s message of 25 August. In this, Hitler had outlined his demands for an immediate settlement to the question of the Free City of Danzig and the Polish corridor. Hitler rejected the French prime minister’s suggestion that there should be direct negotiations between Germany and Poland. The Polish government completely denies allegations of terrorising the German minority. In Warsaw the city is already preparing for war. Growing international tension is reflected in Whitehall today.” Collier laid down the paper. “It doesn’t sound good.”
“No, it doesn’t. Nor for our Richard.”
He shared her angst, but he kept it hidden. The world was tipping into disarray and chaos. He was reminded by the daily increased frequency of twinges in his gut that time was spinning out of control. He wanted to tell her of Captain Hall’s mission to save their son, but he had been sworn to secrecy. Protective, he mustered up strength to project hope. But, within, he was sick with worry. Burning toast redirected his attention. “Oy!” But Lila had already reacted.