What Child Is This

by Rhys Bowen

“Just because everyone’s doing it doesn’t make it right. Wrong’s wrong, even in a ruddy war.”

“It’s hard to imagine there is a God at the moment, isn’t it?” he said. “If I was watching this from up in heaven, I’d want to step in and put a stop to it.”

“Have you gone stark staring mad? You’re on a train with no ticket and no idea where it’s going . . .”

“I need you. I can’t get through this alone. A wife’s place is with her husband. Isn’t it?”

“Your face, love. And you have to laugh sometimes, otherwise you’d cry, eh?”

“Well, I have given up, haven’t I? I lost my little girl. And now I’ve lost my home, all my things. I’ve got nothing, nowhere. Why shouldn’t I just sit here until I freeze to death?”

“No, Jack,” she said. “I’m not leaving you. We’re all we’ve got in this whole stupid world, you and me. We have to stick together, watch out for each other. It can’t go on forever.”