1st May 1941
Mary was sitting at the desk, reading again Bert's letter which arrived in the morning but was a dated on the 25th of April.
Lance corporal Herbert Alfred- she shared his fear and fears.
After a short thought she reached for pen and paper:
Dear Bert,
You should already know that you can write to me as many times as you like. I am happy about every single letter I receive from you, because they tell me you're fine.
50 days... It feels like an eternity for me, too. London is grey without you and its not the same without you.
You seem to magically put on problem kids, right? First Elizabeth and now John. I feel sorry for him… Greet him, yes?
I think he's a person who just can not be alone and is happy to know that people think about him.
Lance corporal ... On the one hand, I want to congratulate you, but on the other hand, I also know that you wish it would never have come this far.
But I take from your or from the Brigadier's words, that it is partly because you are such a team player and because you are always there for the others (especially for Johnny).
And that is a very laudable and honorable attribute, Bert!
You can be proud of that!
Now to your questions:
I am, according to the circumstances, fine. On Monday I had my last day with the Pines and have been back in your apartment for three days.
The weather here in London is pretty cool and dull... It suits the minds of the people ...
Nevertheless, I also have some good news for you:
Elizabeth now works full time in the hospital. She's been in a very strange mood since you left, but the work distracts her a little from all this. Finally, she can do something good in which she is also very gifted.
I love you too,
Mary
The nanny was putting her signature on the letter as the front door opened and Elizabeth entered. She was soaking wet and immediately took off her dripping cap.
"Hello Elizabeth."
"'ey," she reached for a towel and dried her hair, "'ow are ya?"
"I am a bit nauseous... Why do you ask?"
With a wry smile, Liz stepped closer to the desk, not answering the question.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Mary asked with a raised eyebrow, looking at the woman standing a few yards in front of her.
"Maybe it's just your concern… But 'ave ya visited to the doctor? Maybe you're pregnant. "
"I can assure you that I am definitely not pregnant! Besides, from whom? "
"Well, maybe... from your sweet'eart?", Liz's voice sounded sarcastic.
"Elizabeth!"
"What? Its the truth."
"You are so insufferable sometimes! Like your foster father."
Elizabeth threw the towel over a chair and her expression became sadder: "Did ya 'ear something of 'im?
"Yes, indeed", Mary handed her the letter and the young woman took it.
Silently she went to the other side of the room and let her blue eyes slide over the lines. Tears welled up and a sad smile crept up to her lips.
"'e's just too good for this world ... Lance corporal - I 'ave no idea what that is... do ya think 'e 'as t' go t' the front soon?"
"I do not know, Elizabeth... I really do not know..."
The young woman nodded and took a moment before finding words again: "Can ya greet 'im when ya answer 'im? And please tell 'im that I miss 'im very much... "
"I will add it," Mary came up with an idea, "or do you want to write it yourself?"
Her eyes lit up: "Yes!"
Without another word, Mary made room for her to write her own lines.
Elizabeth did not have to think long and wrote directly:
Hey Bert,
I thought I'd write something too... Well, that was Mary's idea.
I don't want to write too much . I just wanted to greet you and say that I miss you very much.
As Mary already wrote, I now work full time in the hospital. It's exhausting but it's good for me.
Please come home soon and healthy ...
- Lizzy
It was a cool night. While Mary Poppins slept, Elizabeth sat on the windowsill and looked up at the sky.
She was concerned about Bert because she was worried that he would soon have to go to the front because of the promotion. And the chance that something's going to happen to him will rise!
She also thought about her work in the hospital. Yes, she was kinda happy and she was glad she worked there. But it did not satisfy her. Respectively, it simply did not feel like her purpose.
During these thoughts, the cloud cover loosened up and let some moonbeams through. These fell on Elizabeth and her shadow was reflected on the "forbidden closet" which stood behind her.
Her eyes followed the rays and when she saw the wooden door, she came up with an idea.
Yes, a new chapter.. AGAIN xD
I think I found my flow again hah
MAYBE I'll write a Christmas chapter :3