Shell

“Fran panicked. “We’re all doomed!”
I looked at her and couldn’t help but smirk she seemed to
lighten my mood, whilst blackening her own. “But I’m not a spy,
Fran. Neither are you, we’re innocent!”
“I know that. You know that. But they are suspicious, all of
them.” She made a circle with her finger and pointed her eyes
toward a group of children that all seemed under the age of five.
“Yes.” I nodded. “Those children are really on to us.”
― Sophie Wilkinson, The Beginning

“In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

“We followed her up the path and to the front door. We stood
at the door while Camille knocked a few times then listened for
the tapping of footsteps against what sounded like a very old
wooden floor. The door opened, and a beautiful young woman
stood there smiling at us all.
She had long red hair and pretty freckles across her face. I was
about to say hello when Fran butted in, “Grandma?”
― Sophie Wilkinson, The Beginning

“I’m sorry. Let me help you with those.” I stood up quickly
and began to pick up the books she was carrying; she just sat
there rubbing her head.
“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly. I really hoped I didn’t give
her a concussion; believe me, not the first time.”
― Sophie Wilkinson, The Beginning