What are you reading?” She picked up the book. “Elizabeth and her German Garden. Sophie, you must have read that a hundred times.” “At least. But I always go back to it. It comforts me. Soothes me. It reminds me of a world that once existed and will exist again when the war is finished.” Penelope opened it at random and read aloud. “What a happy woman I am, living in a garden, with books, babies, birds and flowers and plenty of leisure to enjoy them.”
