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Chapter 2

Patsy's hand grips my offered arm, resting comfortably against the curve of my bicep, as she let me into what was her home. The click of heels echoed against the dark wood flooring as I was led through the hallway.

"Take him into the sitting room Nurse Mount, I'll make us a pot of tea," the Sister named Evangelina told Patsy, as she disappeared down the hallway into the shadow of what I guessed was the kitchen, only the faint sound of her heels against tiles signalling she was there as Patsy steered me off into another room. It was lighter, the warm colours of the mismatch settees and chairs giving off a welcoming and well lived in feel. I sat myself in the middle of a large settee, large enough for three, dropping my satchel at my feet. Patsy took up the seat to my right.

"I can't believe you're here," Patsy smiled, gripping the hand resting upon my knee, "I thought you were in Paris, that's what I last knew from your letters and I hadn't heard from you for almost two months." I heard her voice catch in her throat and I squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"I'm sorry it had been so long. I hadn't forgotten, nor had I meant to worry you. It's just your last letter informed me that you'd settled here in Poplar, just a stones throw from the heart of London, which may just be where Charles Quinn is about open his second boutique, the first one in England!" I tell her beaming, as the sound of heels and female voices approaching slowly becomes louder.

"One pot of tea, half a Victoria sponge and a couple stragglers," Sister Evangelina announced, placing the tray upon the table, as two other figures entered from the hallway. I stood quickly having always being taught in the presence of women, I felt Patsy stand beside me as the two ladies came further into the room.

"Charlie, this is my friend Cynthia Miller, she's also a midwife here at Nonnatus. Cynthia, may I introduce my brother Charlie Mount." As Patsy spoke she motioned towards the shorter of the two nurses, her frame was petite and her brown hair was cut into a bob around her face.

I stepped forward my palm outstreched and was relieved when this time a small, slightly cold hand slipped into mine. It was delicate, the skin soft and I was reminded of my childhood, when I found a baby bird lost from its mother and it had to be handled with great care. I bowed slightly, bringing the hand to my lips and dusting them lightly across her knuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You too Mr Mount," she replied, her voice soft and welcoming, quite the contrast to Sister Evangelina's greeting.

"Please, it's Charlie," I stepped back surveying the other nurse, the shade of blonde far too bright to be natural, leading me to the conclusion, "And you must be Trixie, my sister spoke of you all in her letters to me, it's wonderful to finally meet you," I reached out at the same time as Trixie, her hand too quick for me and I miss judged my reach, "My apologies," I mumbled, finally grasping her hand and kissing it also.

"Well I say we should all sit down and enjoy this tea and cake, before Sister Monica Joan lays claim to it, because I for one have had an eventful morning," Trixie suggested, her voice light and ever so slightly arrogant, as if she were a model or movie star. I smiled to myself taking my seat once more, this time Cynthia was on my left, with Trixie and the Sister opposite on two of the chairs.

"You know you do seem awfully familiar, though Patsy has never shown us any photos of you," Trixie stated, as Cynthia poured out cups of tea, "She says you've been working in Paris though you look like you've stepped from my lastest issue of vogue."

I chuckled, smiling in her general direction, "She's not wrong, Paris is where I have been the last 6 years, making a name for myself in the fashion world. I've come to England, London specifically to open my second boutique."

"Well," she began somewhat hautily, "I've never heard of a Charlie Mount and I do keep myself updated with the most recent fashions." I heard Patsy cough to hide what I knew to be a snigger.

"Sugar?" Cynthia asked, distracting me momentarily.

"No thank you, just milk if that's okay," turning back to Trixie, "Perhaps not, but tell me, are you familiar with Charles Quinn?"