It's not Remembrance Sunday in Sam's world. That's about six months away, for her -- it's the end of May on the other side of the door. But there's plenty to be thinking about at the moment as it is. The British Expeditionary Force and their French allies are in trouble in France, and the call has gone out for any ship capable of braving the
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"What are ye makin', milady?"
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'This will end up being a sock, eventually. Or so I hope. And I hope the chap who eventually gets this doesn't mind the odd stitch or so -- I'm not the best knitter, you see.'
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He curls up a little more in his blanket since the remnants of his flu are still making him feel too cold.
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She takes a moment to make sure that she's on the right row, then turns her attention back to the fellow in the blanket. He certainly looks a bit rough round the edges, the sort of look that most people tend to have when they're on the ragged edge of some kind of illness.
'Are you all right?'
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"Evenin', miss. Can I get you anything?"
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She lifts the sock, which is only the tiniest bit uneven around the toe, by way of explanation.
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(Her work isn't really as awful as she thinks it is, but vicar's daughters are almost expected to be excellent at these sorts of things. She's had to live up to quite a high standard.)
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The woman who comes to enjoy the couch and fire is wearing a poppy, though it can be a little difficult to tell, what with all of the other patches and pins adorning her much-abused jacket. She also, more interestingly, has a cup of tea in one hand, and two wriggly doberman puppies cradled in the other arm, with a larger, adult Doberman following along behind.
"'Lo. Hope I'm not disturbin'." Says Ace, as she tries to get the dogs situated without dropping her tea.
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The paper poppy catches her attention quite quickly, even with the rest of the decorations on the woman's jacket.
'Is that...' She frowns a little, puzzled. 'If you don't mind my asking, what day is it here?'
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She ought to be making him sit out in the open, but he always looks so sad when she does that.
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Her knitting slows a bit, as she ponders this.
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