That reminds me,” said Greta, snapping her fingers, thinking of the neatly arranged surgical instrument tray he’d prepared for her. “Did you really drive ambulances in the Blitz?” “I really did.” The kettle boiled, and he got up to make the tea. “And I can speak four languages fluently and a fifth and sixth extremely badly, darn socks, and dance the tango, not to mention all the excitingly dangerous neck biting—and the bat thing. Do not ask me about the bat thing. I cannot, however, fly a helicopter, play the piano, or compose lyric poetry, and don’t ask me to keep houseplants alive. Ah,
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