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“We’ll only be gone until Sunday,” Susan says, helping Samuel into his winter coat.
Claire swings on the newel post. “We’re going to Coventry,” she tells Sam. “Have you ever been to Coventry?”
“Not for many years,” Sam tells her. “Not since before the war.”
“There,” Susan says, briskly. “We must leave, or we’ll be late for the 4:05. You’ll telephone if--?”
“Don’t worry about me,” Sam says. “Go. Enjoy your holiday.”
“Until Sunday, then.” Susan leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sam’s mouth. It could almost be accidental, though Sam knows it is anything but.