[Quenelle]: 633.Corbin Branston Chptr 4

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“...Trisha don't say those things......No I won't believe you”
“But Isabelle, it's true.....know where he is. You need to......come help me”
“No, no! I can't!.....you know what that would mean?”
“Do you know what's at stake?”
“....is it really?”
“yes its -”
“Shannon!” Three voices called in unison.
“Hurry up! What are you doing up there? We're going to be late!”
“We were late last week because of you too”
“Oh Millie, give the girl a break! She needs to look prefect for that business man she's trying to catch”
Shannon rolled her eyes as giggles erupted form down the hall.
“Okay, I'll do it.....yes I'll be there...Yes, goodbye” Shannon hung up the receiver and ran to the closet to get her coat. “Coming ladies!”
“Ahh-ha, there is the girl in question!”
“Yes I've got some questions for you, how is this new man of yours?”
“New man!? He shouldn't be here! He's in a training camp right?”
“Oh girls!” cooed Shannon ushering her friends out the front door “you've asked so many questions, I'll have to explain on the way or we'll miss the show!”
The girls disappeared down the evening streets to the movie house, chattering and giggling as they went to see the latest reel of war-time developments and get a glimpse of their Canadian boys working the front lines.

The news reel featured images of Hitler's trademark straight-legged troops marching down into the streets of Paris in what seemed to be endless rows. Shannon felt her stomach flip flop. He was there, through all of it and she was going to be there too. She only hopped he could hold on until she found him again.