Helen was walking down the dark street. But then again every thing was dark now, ever since Hitler and the Nazis took over. her heels making a definite click click  against the cobbled pavement. As she pulled her cost- red in colour round her body, trying to prevent the cold from affecting her more that in already was.  the only light to aid her on her travels was that from the houses- each window blacked out with only a small slither of light showing though. Each time she walked passed a slit of light she could see her breath raising in front of her.

She cast her mind back to the days when although plagued by war the sun would be strong and the days warm. then she remembered other things of the summer- the way the new elected president gave up to the Germans, just handed over army and country. she willed her self to stop thinking about all the thousands of men lost in battles.

Now walking more quickly for fear off having to explain her activates at this late hour to a stray soldier. Helen turned left, off the main street that she had been walking for the last 10 minutes and off on to a side alley. Putting one hand in to her coat pocket she pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper. Checking the address she looked up at the house number. 12, she still had a few more houses to pass before reaching sanctuary.

The door was wooden, and old. the paint peeling around the knocker. Reaching out with a steady hand Helen knocked 3 times quickly apone the door. Her heart gave a small skip as she versioned the door being opened by a member of the Gestapo- and not her friend. Before this idea became lodged in her head the door was slowly opened and she was ushered in.

However many times she had been in that hallway it never amazed her how warm it was. And how warm the looks that Caroline gave her. The woman was not very tall, but she would also never be called short. her hair fell at just the right length to give it the deep waves that where very much in fashion before the war.

“You know I really should ask you the password- for all I know you could be a nazi spy.” she said as she blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke. It twisted and curled up until it mingled with the air and you couldn’t see it any more. Her lipstick- red in colour felt a faint mark on the tip of her white cigarette.

“Yes you should, but I feel you should know me enough by now to not think I am a spy.” Helen couldn’t help but giggle, they had this same convocation every time they met. “Now can we get out of the hall, we shall make the place look untidy.” both women walked through the hall, past the old wooden staircase and in to a small dim kitchen.  

Helen removed her coat and hung it on the back of one of the chairs. She now gave Amanda a better look. noting that she was in a pale shirt that she assumed was white, a below the knee dark skirt and from what she could make out tights. all capped off with healed black shoes and a black beret.  All this made her outfit of grey look depressing. She decided however not to comment on the clothing- she knew it would only fuel her ego.

“Charles is down in the cellar, he is listing to the wireless again. Apparently the brits are planning a landing on the cost.”  Caroline said as she pored 2 glasses of red-ish looking liquid. it made Helen laugh, back before the war she would never have touched such weak win as this, yet now she found it rather refreshing and liberating.   

Taking one of the glasses and tasting the wine Helen felt a little of her angiety leave, and some of her tiredness come back. After taking a few sips of wine and closing her eyes fir a few moments Helen felt ready to have a conversation with Caroline. “Yes, I heard that form peter a few days ago.” she waited for a few moments while Caroline moved and sat on the kitchen counter top “apparently they are going to land in Normandy, or at least thats what we know.”