Miss
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Sybil sighed, feeling a bit guilty for being unhappy for a such a petty reason. After all, there was a war. All across Europe, men were risking their lives for their country. Mathew had already signed up, and she knew it was only a matter of time before Papa did the same.
But Sybil desperately Gwen's company. Having a friend to giggle with and enjoy each other's company was an unexpected blessing, and it mattered not that she'd been a housemaid.
"Do you miss Gwen?" she asked Branson one day from the backseat of the motor.
"Why?" said Branson, his eyes still focused on the road. "She has the job she wanted. The one you helped her get."
"I know," Sybil said. "And I'm happy for her. I know she's already a wonderful secretary. I just…she'd become a friend in the past year, as I took her to interviews. Since you took us to several of them and got on with her, I thought perhaps you missed her, too. It's silly, especially with the war."
"No, it's not silly," Branson said, turning his head to smile briefly at her. "It's natural to miss your friends. I know I'd miss you."
