“I suspect. That maybe. Just maybe…” Dad leaned in his voice barely above a whisper. “The Germans captured your sister”
Dad continued “Recently, I have not told your mother, but I have received couple of notes that say, Sarah is alive, and we have her.”

“Whaaaa!!!” Peter and I shout.
Okay, I might have lied that, Peter did not shout, it was me. I am always the more dramatic one, Peter says. That is true.

Dad leaned back, satisfied he had gotten us curious. “As you know, I am a part of one if the leading spy agency of England. You don’t know which one, of course ’cause, well, I’m not allowed to tell you. So of course I had to put this all on a file.” He pulls out a super-duper small file out of a bag we hadn’t noticed he had brought him in.

“This is all the facts, all the notes, all the handwriting and all my suspicions. Now, if you go to your aunt and uncle’s countryside house. You will find their guest bedroom. With an 8 etched in the doorway at the bottom. Very small one might I add. You will pry the floorboard release from right under the 8. And there should be a bag for you waiting there. Your uncle prepared it on my orders.”

“So you do talk to him,” Peter said.

Dad looked at us, then sighed. “Yes, I do.
In this bag,” he tapped the one that he had removed. “Is the file I will leave for you. You will only open it on the train going to the countryside. Only if no one is suspicious.” And he pulled out two booklets from his pocket. “Will be your homework. “He placed one on my bed and one of Peter’s bed.

Peter quickly hopped to his bed and flipped through the book. “What is this?” Peter asked.

“You will have to figure it on your own,” Dad said. Now he got up and put the bag in the corner of our room. Night for the both of you. And with that, with all the questions bubbling inside our heads, he walked out of our room.

The days passed by a blur. As Father packed and left the house. And left us in silence. The silence in the house was so… Quiet.

I couldn’t find another word for that. Peter would have though. He was always better with this stuff.

A couple weeks after Dad left for war, Mum started getting letters from the government telling her to start preparing for air raids. Start packing extra food even if they were rationed.

One day a certain letter came. Sitting at the table when she looked at the address inside and opened it. After she read the letter, her face went pale.

I ran over to her, curious, but she quickly slapped my hand away and gave me good firm motherly glare.

“Mum,” I said as politely as possible. “May I see the letter?”

“It’s the government,” she said, handing me over the letter. “They’re asking to bring all children to the countryside. There are rumors of bombings. German bombings here in London. They are asking for all children and possibly I can go to the countryside. Your father and I talked about this.”

I quickly scanned over the letter and sure enough had both mine and Peter’s names on there.

Please send Peter and Tom Edwards and yourself to the countryside for safety purposes.

“This might come to a shock for you,” Mum said “But you have an aunt and an uncle and a cousin.”

“What?” I said, genuinely surprised. I knew we had an aunt, an uncle, but not a cousin.

“Is the cousin a boy or a girl?” Rolling my eyes with disgust. Ugh, A girl. Just the thought sent a shudder through my spine.

“A girl.” Mum said, conforming my fears.

I groaned. “Please don’t tell me we’re going to live with them!”

Peter came running down the stairs. “Live with who?” He asked.

“We’re moving to the countryside. With an aunt and uncle, we’ve never heard about.” I said, keeping a close watch on his reaction to see if he would give any reason to spill that we had already known this news. He surprised me.

“What an aunt and uncle?” He asked sounding really surprised.

“And a cousin,” I said. “Don’t forget! A girl cousin.”

“How old is this girl cousin?” I turn to mother. Was it Sara?

“Older than you. About a two years, No, one year and three months. Her birthday is. Hmm.” She said, thinking about it.

So not Sara.

“Oh, yes. Next week we will arrive on her birthday!” She said, looking down at the letter. “I’m guessing loads of children’s will be on the train, it might be sometime before we get to the countryside.”

“Maybe not! If.” I said slowly. If we use Dad’s Automobile…

Her mouth shaped into a perfect O. “No,” she ranted right away. “Absolutely not.”

“Well,” Peter said, looking at me curiously. “We would be able to take more of our belongings. Considering that the war will not end soon. What will we be given at this aunt and uncle’s house?”

“They have a guest house on the back of their farm. Small but comfortable. I’ve been there before. I shall send a telegram for your uncle. And also sent some money with the telegram for him to send me a telegram back if it’s okay if we can stay with them.” Mum said.

“But,” Peter said. “About the automobile. I think we should take the automobile. We can hire someone to take us in the automobile if you would like, Mother, I know just the person.”

“Who is this person?” She asked with suspicion.

“Charlie, of course! Peter said with triumph.

Charlie had been a driver for Father for years now. But we had dismissed him on the fact that Dad did not need a car to go to work anymore.

“We could give him the automobile since there will be no use for the automobile. Since we’re at the countryside.” I added.

Mum’s eyes lit with anger even more than before. “Absolutely not. Do you know how much money that automobile cost?” Peters looked at her. “Do you know how much gasoline and kerosene will cost because of the war? I’ve been doing my research, Mum. The best thing we can do is we both know Charlie has a horse. We can ask him for his horse. And he will pay the fee for the horse to the train. And since the car will be taking faster roads, we can arrive there in time to pick up the horse at the train station at the cargo line. Where there’s less people. And then ride to aunt in uncle’s house. Since I you know the way, correct?” He said. “You’ve been there before.”

She looked at him curiously. “Well, I have to say, it does seem that you’ve been planning this, Peter. Well, I quite don’t know how.” A great of suspicion crossed her eye.

Oops, we had forgotten Mom was a former spy and a lie detector.

Peter laughed with ease. “Oh, Mum,” he said between gasps. “Up until now, we didn’t even know we had an aunt and uncle. I guess I just got my smartness from you,” he winked. That always softens Mom’s heart. “I guess we should start packing, Tom.” He says, empathizing my vowel of an O in my name. Which basically meant he wanted to talk to me upstairs.

“I guess so,” she said, looking. “At the letter. I will go out and make the telegram,” she said, grabbing her purse. “I shall be back soon.” We should leave-

“In two days,” Peter said quickly cutting her off.

“Two days? I was thinking more of a week.” Mother said, looking at us curiously.

“Well, the quicker you leave, the quicker we’ll be out of danger!” I spoke.

She sighed and looked at the clock. “I hope your aunt and uncle will accept us in such short notice then. And you!” she said, pointing a finger at Peter, “Will go to Charlie and make the deal. I shall go make a letter. And you will deliver it to him,” she said, walking towards the desk in our living room. She pulled up in the drawer, took out a pen and started writing. She slipped it in the enveloped and closed it shut with some wire and handed it to me and Peter.

“Oh!” she said and opened her purse. Pulled out some money. Opened the letter again and slipped it inside. Then turning to me and peter. She took another wad of money. “Here is 10 Pounds now, “she said, looking at me. And Peter sternly. “You will not waste your money with foolish things. You will go and buy the necessary items for our trip. It can be tomorrow, but keep it safe,” she said, patting. Peter’s hand. She divided it evenly and set 5 Pounds in each of our hands. And with that, she turned around and started walking towards the door.

“You said Mr.” she said, looking at Peter. “You wanted to pack upstairs.” She said with a glare.” You get to it.” Peter looked at me, surprised at Mum’s sternness. She put one hand on her hip. “What are you waiting for, young man?”

And with that, me and Peter turned and ran up the stairs with the mother shaking her head while opening the door. We heard the creak of the door shut and we looked to each other.

“We’re doing this,” Peter said slowly. “We’re going to this mysterious aunt and uncle’s house.”

With a girl cousin,” I said, growling. “Dad did not mention a girl cousin.” “True,” Peters said. “Maybe she’ll be nice. Now,” He said, looking at the 10 Pounds. “What should we do with 10 Pounds?”

As he finished Air raids sounded.

We had heard them dad left for the war, for practice, but practice air raid sounds ceased as soon as war was declared against Germany. This only meant one thing, An air raid from Germany was coming, and fast.

Peter and I looked at each other, terrified. All the practice rounds in my mind vanished.

“What should we do?” I asked with my hands shaking increasingly.

To be continued.

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